Twenty Somethings

I cry on my birthday

and when i blow out the candles,

I only wish for time

to stand still a moment longer.

there is an ache in my chest

that I cannot suppress

no matter how hard I try.

one hand tightly grips

the nostalgia 

that captivates my very being

as the world begs me 

to let go,

yet I cannot.

I choke on the bittersweet truth

that it is impossible

to bring back what has been lost

to the passage of time.