It's about time
and how we are almost
out of it

and also how our days
slip through our fingers
like sand in an hourglass

we can never come back from it
nor can I return to you
what was lost in the maelstrom

but I won't bore you with platitudes
about moving forward
or how life goes on

it doesn't
at least not in the way
it used to

Whit Howland © 2020