Shifting Plates Poem by grace mariner

' Its not fair! ' she said, stomping her feet like
a willful child.
Not enough time she thought, shaking her head
as the tears water the memory of that oh too
brief interlude.
How can something grow with such intensity
in so short a time?
You will always be larger than life to me.
Elegant and cruel, beautiful and frightening,
you haunt me incessantly.
Time does not matter when two forces collide
as we did!
A minute becomes a day, a day, years in the
blink of an eye.
All of her tears,
her rage,
or her pain,
cannot change what was and still is.
Even a thousand years would not be enough
when such giants crash into each other