I have tried pushing against it
To stall its forward march
I have tried grabbing hold of its coattails
And pulling against its momentum
But still it marched onward

I have tried reasoning with it
Yelling at it
Throwing things at it
But still it marched on

I have tried sleeping
Thinking it would pause silently
And wait for me to wake

I laid traps baited with goodies
Bourbon, ice cream, cookies, cake
Pills
It eluded my ploys and continued to creep forward

Only one thing can stall its march
When it will stop for one brief moment
If only to catch its breath
The anniversary of your death

And then the passage of time will begin again.

Blessed Be ;}

Mi manchi, mia amata immortale.