Poem: Almost Out

 Where has the time gone.

It used to never end, and we never could find out where it begins.

Wasting away sleeping in the shade, not knowing what the rest of the day would hold.

To listen to the earth rattle and roll, not caring about the storm coming.

Not caring when anything would end.

Just if it begins.

Now it is a different story.

Hunting down the hours to spend a second more with you.

To hear your breath if only for second.

To just seeing you smile, and not knowing if this will be the last time.

Time has almost run out for us.

There is no way for me to rewind the clock.

It is almost time for it to spring forward.

It is almost 1 I wish we could run away before it turns 2.