Time slipped from away from me
like a sieve. Time I wanted to
cling to for as long as I could.
Borrowed time. A moment I got to
have, but it did not belong to me.
This time was another’s, and
I was a momentary houseguest.
So quick the minutes passed, and
then the hours. How I longed to
hold each second, examine it,
hold it up to the light to watch
it glitter and glisten for all
the happiness it contained.
Now the moments are long gone,
and unlikely to come again.
I want to cling to the memory
as I would have clung to the
event. So fearful that the memory
will fade, as all memories do-
Vanishing into the air like a smoke cloud.