The Apothecary of Time

Sell me at least a drop of the day,
Where the word did not hide from silence,
Where in a glance a question still smoldered,
And the moment was more important than the name.

On the shelves – years with no return,
Vials labeled: “Time of Parting,”
“A Pinch of Childhood,” “Assurance of Hopes,”
And “Despair,” which is more bitter than existence.

“I do not need eternity,” I say,
“Only one moment where I could not be silent,
Where repentance does not replace the truth.”

The apothecary quietly weighs the boundary:
“For late regret, you cannot buy a single minute,
The price for everything – is your life now.”