Time

Lost childhoods, forgotten dreams
Was this how it was supposed to be?
Her eyelashes flutter,
Drops of water on rusted beer cans
Are they tears or raindrops?
I cannot tell
Matted hair, parched lips,
Thirsty for a childhood gone too soon
Soft hands, no longer yielding
And a face, lined with familiarities
A wrinkle in time, perhaps?
Indeed time is a deceiver
A lover who breaks your heart
Over and over again
And, yet, you still cling to them
Because you have no place to go
A single wish to travel back in time
Only to be met with a person
You don’t recognize…

© SesapZai, February 17, 2022