It takes just an instant.
One moment (year, decade) you’re
Minding your own business

The lens you’ve been looking through
Is gone.
And you’ve metamorphosed

In your consciousness, it’s 1972, 1984, 1993
But the number of pages torn
From the calendar is too many.

Not exactly “where did all the time go?”
More like “when did the time go?”
And also, where were you?

When time was passing?
Subtlety is all but too thin
To elucidate all that’s changed