You can’t cry when tears won’t come,
but you can cry when the day is done—
Lying in bed amidst your own thoughts
Counting the things you thought not of
Until this moment with all its fears
And pulsating questions,
Trying to understand how quickly life
Is passing you by without a
Double take (or so much as a single glance)
As it continues to travel
Just out of reach, like a breath of air
In the galloping wind of autumn,
To winter,
To spring,
To summer,
To once more fall in line and continue
At the same pace as before,
Perhaps even faster.
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