The Time That Got Away

In saunter of a circle
Fragments within a line
The scribe fell adrift
And digits began to sway
Though travelling forward
We tend to face behind
I hope you can persist and
Feel what I might say
The scent of what was lost
Pervades the time that got away

A platitude of moral sound
Discerning of the rhyme
We might stay the distance
Of the rhythm of a day
Whilst musing upon mortality
We may exact to find
A novel idea or image
Inciting faculties to play
The utterance of shattered dreams
Torments the time that got away

Enslavement by an elegy
Of that which fell astray
Candid, yet invasive doubt
Left passion in disarray
An irony that's so profound
People go but spirits stay
In solitude a tender heart
Abandoned just to fray
The reticence of diminished love
Concludes the time that got away

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