time will tell

she's a gossip, you know.

Time.

always twittering about
quick to let slip from her lips
the smallest grain of truth.
nudging her beak to sneak a peak
at yesterday.
rolling the seed between greedy fingers;
planting only those that will give life
to nostalgia.

she sets her watch by the sound of
resounding reminders;
alarms to warn her that she has
something to share:
a birthday of family deceased,
an anniversary of a massacre of the heart,
a strand of sorrow plucked from the head
of your history.

"Time will tell" they say.

Time will always tell
what you want to forget,
what you wish you had forgotten
to remember.