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Unaccounted Time

May 28, 2015
By nmonroy SILVER, Chicago, Illinois
nmonroy SILVER, Chicago, Illinois
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To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.


I remember spinning and being unable to keep track of time,
because there seemed to be an inconsistence with your numbers--

      numbers that I never understood.
When I asked for the time,
you warned me that time was not something to be counted.
I didn’t understand what you meant abuelito.

 

I can count the months that have passed since I last saw you.
I can count the seconds it took for me to react.
But I couldn’t count how long it took for my father
to put himself back together again.
Counting instead the number of reasons why he wouldn’t be able to.

When languages impede people from talking
it seems numbers are there to comfort us,
as if saying this is the only similarity we share.
We have to keep track of all and nothing.

 

So I kept track of all of the candles on your cake.
And I kept track of the times you laughed in a day.
And I keep track of the Spanish words I don’t quite understand.
And I kept track of the times I would’ve turned to you and asked.
I feel guilty now,
of not recognizing the language I was born into.
Because I do not know what my first words were,
but I know they were in Spanish.
Just like I know your favorite season was Winter.


Was. Is. Will forever be.
Time is just a number abuelito.


The author's comments:

I wrote this piece with my grandfather in mind. I wanted to write something to commemorate the anniversary of his passing. I think it's important to keep the memory of those you love alive and I hope others can relate to the topic. 


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