Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Nostalgia

where. did. all. the. time.
Go?
passing Quick and Hot as the midday sun shining over a four-lane interstate Slow as the evening sun creeping below the horizon lazily inching until only a fingernail of fire remains
and vanishes so You
you have crept past me Out of our life Splendid Dazzling Blinding crept into your own life now living and yet
I am left here to remain
your friend in another world where Time
is no enemy and Friends
are forever.