Counts

Time dilates irregularly when
The mind, and most the heart, is keeping track.
It will compress, and then expand again
Being at once extenuate and slack
For since I saw you first seems but a day
And since you chose me but a minute more
Still well I know it was not yesterday,
Nor yet a week, a month, a year before;
And it seems decades since we two first met
A lifetime, I would swear, since first we kissed
Yet I'm aware I'm not that ancient yet
And there is no time I have skipped or missed
Somewhere between both feelings truth must be
But both at once are coinfused in me.