Forever Isn't Long Poem by oio (P.E.R)

Forever is not a long time
if you waste even a second of it;
because seconds are seeds,
and every seed you ignore
still grows into something:
regret, distance, silence.

Time does not shout.
It walks past you barefoot,
soft, almost merciful,
counting your hesitations
like unanswered prayers.

We think forever is wide,
endless as the sky,
but it is stitched together
by moments no bigger than breath.
Lose one,
and the seam begins to tear.

Love waits on the edge of now.
Purpose knocks only once.
Healing does not pause
for perfect timing.

Forever is not a promise;
it is a debt paid daily,
with attention, courage,
and the humility to show up
before "later" becomes never.

So spend your seconds like they matter,
because they do.
Spend them on truth,
on becoming,
on saying what must be said.

Forever is short
when you live as though
you have all the time in the world.