Time and Destitution


Where have you gone?
I see you everywhere.
You are the breath I inhale,
The flower that buds in spring,
The rock from water falls.
What I'm saying is, you are nature:
A ticking clock whose hands are not yet beatable.
Constantly, you glance behind your back in a silent
"Hurry up!"
But you're long past by then,
While I try to retrace your steps from times long gone.

Where have you gone?
I see you everywhere.
My hands age as I write the words we once spoke over again,
But you stay agile, ever-changing, and quick.
I can't catch up with you.

Where have you gone?
I no longer see you.
My tired eyes blur and droop from exhaustion in your lessening waves.
For you, my dear, are the ocean,
And I am the withering sands.

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