Slipping away

A dream on the verge of ending. Here it is -now forever -is a time that we will remember -and wonder how and why it passed so quickly -by the time we catch our breath -i'll be elsewhere and you wont be near.

The clock hands move to quickly. This time when I want to stop it, it is slipping through my fingers like sand. A feel of loss and not knowing the future. A gesture of togetherness that I will remember with a smile tomorrow.