Enough
how is it
there is
never enough
time
and it’s all
you can think of
at the hour
of loss
when the grains of time
fall like snow
and there you are
on your knees
in the middle of miles of winter
trying to pack it all back in the bottle
all the time you missed
but you’re no match for the sun
and there you are
in the ocean
wave upon wave
your body washed up on shore
too spent to stand
you lie in the sand
and go to sleep
for a while
and wake up
one day
somewhere
down the line
and realize
there was
in fact
enough
time
TL