Time has flown by, the years a seeming torrent in my view, and what remains of youth is hardened by the truth and etched by lies without end and marred by the faithful wounds of faithless friends.

Time has gone by as  sorry's  echo amid the unsaid, long since drowned echoing without a sound, tip of the tongue not quite remembering.

Chance has swept away and I often wonder if I really ever had anything to say or  if I  had the chance  would I stay and what
would I say?

Time has lost us on its cusp as all things have their end, you, me, us...everything turns to dust in the passing days that once knew our trust.

Time' has flown by with so many years gone and forgotten yet I am anchored in the past what is sunrise and sunset until I learn to forget faded memories that somehow still breathe among fallen stars and wishes I believed, and I still bleed.

                                                         ­                                     Jon York  2022