Time Passes

on Monday, February 09, 2009

Time passes
As we sleep through life
And when we wake
Life has passed us by

On a Sunday afternoon we linger at the table long after brunch. We talk about the choices we've made in our short lives and, honestly, about the regrets we've accumulated. Already.

Reminiscing times past, like images in a rear view mirror; we can't turn around, but we wish we could. Enchanting. Poignant. Gone.