I've Never Seen His Face

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short stream of consciousness about death and time

Submitted: April 05, 2010

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I've never seen his face, but I know he is always there. Lurking, watching from the shadows, waiting to leap out suddenly into the open and take everything- the light, the darkness, the color in my hair, the spring in my step. Everything.

I've never seen his face, but I know what he looks like: war, peace, summer, winter, night, and day. He is all of these and more.

I've felt him inching closer as days and months and years crept by, but I've never felt him closer than today, as I die. I watch him as I lie here. He shrinks. Or does he grow? I can't tell. He seems different everytime I look. I see him right in front of me, but when I turn around, he is right there, behind me. Whether he is welcoming or threatening I cannot tell. He is just there. Always.

I've never seen his face. I've always pushed him out of my mind. In my youth, I pushed in disbelief. In my old age, I pushed out of fear. But now, I'm relaxed even though he has never been so near. He is mere inches away now, but still his face is hidden from me.

The seconds tick away, and he becomes more and more clear. But only when he is behind me. When he is in front of me, I still can't even make out the shape of his face. But as I draw my last breath, I catch a sudden glimpse. His face is older than any I have ever seen, but wait, it is younger too. As my last breath escapes me, I am finally at ease. He stands before me with welcome in his smile. I've finally seen the face of ancient Father Time.


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