where do the days go ?
at times i feel i may be losing them
that they’ve been scattered someplace
strewn and shattered by my carelessness
with every blink
tomorrow has already drawn in,
before i’ve noticed the incline
where do the hours fly ?
slipping through my fingers
like the finest silt
carried away with the breeze
of every exhalation
another minute’s freed
tantalizing, yet so out of reach
spreading its wings for the first time
where does one keep all those moments passed ?
all the jovial smiles
and playful laughs
caught with butterfly nets and jam jars
with every heart beat
i pull these memories closer
stowing them somewhere safe
so to never lose track of time.