Appreciation Through Time

This poem's title was written
and then it waited.
 
 
 
 
 
I wilted.
I lost leaves.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Next time I hear my rings
separate the last year
I will inscribe
the memory of temporary attention.
 
 
 
 
 
To be near 
is symbiosis
to be on time
is appreciation.