holds promises we cannot see
the dream of new beginnings
long evenings and warm days
stretching out in front of us
full of hope, expectations
and long empty days
ready for potential
unwritten canvases ready
to be filled.
But then it starts to run away
faster than we can
keep up with it
and too soon, we’re mourning
the dying days and the loss
of all that time
which once stretched
out
in
front
of
us.
