THE PASSING

I flew fast to—
letting a few more grains fall,
forgetting what I came here for.

I should have done it
without the sun knowing
nothing would be too bright.
For it only cared about time,
and the next light would just keep coming—
A never ending tomorrow,
pulling curtains down.

Without a ray of light in the way,
Or without giving everything else too much thought,
We should have done it by now.

© Gheeneil

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