Time is slipping away
escaping from our grasps;
No one is meant to stay
in the unalterable past.
Now all we have are photographs
that take us back to that time—
to the seconds that evaporated,
to the years that sublimed.
All we have are memories
hissing, fizzing, bubbling
to the brim of our minds
reminding us of who we used to be
reminding us of how far we've come.
JEI 04.03.11
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