The year is falling quickly now.
All of our next weeks and tomorrows are becoming yesterdays and last weeks.
Everyday slips more quickly into the future,
sand in an hour glass...
breath from my lips...
The gentle touch of another person,
filled with promise, yet brief and fleeting.
These are the days, untapped potential, yet far too short.
Waiting...
Planning...
Hoping...
This is where I am,
Where I have always been,
Soon, it will change.
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