time comes
it goes
a day a month
a year a decade
vanishing
like so much dust
carried away
through an open window
leaving fragments
of images
events
faces
long forgotten
to reappear
out of context
a life
lived
in segments
over time
always
over time
which has the habit
of slipping
away
Profound!
Thank you.
A beautiful vanishing act, though.
Hopefully.
Eclipsing the universe, one step at a time.
Baby steps sometimes but oh those leaps….
Sigh. At our age, the accelerator is pedal to the metal.
Unfortunately so.