07.02.2026

Time

Time used to feel endless.
Something to spend carelessly,
to assume would wait.

Now it feels textured.
Weighted.
Alive.

Time holds memories in its folds—
places we lived,
books we reread,
people we loved in different versions of ourselves.

It doesn’t rush the way we think it does.
It simply moves,
indifferent to plans,
faithful only to change.

I’ve learned that time isn’t something to control.
It’s something to listen to.

It teaches patience.
It reveals what lasts.
It carries us forward
whether we’re ready or not.

And still—
time is generous.

It allows return.
It makes room for becoming.
It reminds us that even now
is part of a much longer story.

— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫