Time.
Liquid time
Soaked into
These clothes.

Feel the weight
Of this shirt
Bearing down
On my shoulders.

Heavy with the burden
Of memory.
Grown more dense, somehow,
As the fabric has thinned.

A faint tune
Wafts in on the breeze,
Sinatra's singing
"Summer wind..."

And the day seems
Just a little bit brighter,
If not also slightly
Tinted rose.

Humming along,
Smiling inwardly,
I wonder where
The time has gone...

...and bid it farewell.