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The calendar’s pages peel like old paint off the wall
Each one a day I watched slip through my fingers, too small to hold at all
I trace the grooves in the wooden table
Carved by a knife when I was younger, when I thought I’d never age or fall
I try to clutch the morning light in my palm
But it drips through my skin like mercury — cold and gone
The clock ticks louder, a drill behind my eyes
Ticking, ticking — it won’t stop, it won’t stop
It slips away — the moments like glass in my hands
I try to mend them, but they cut me where they land
It slips away — a voice I knew, now lost in static
I call out, but silence answers — it slips away, it slips away
Old sneakers by the door — the soles worn thin
Tracks they left in the mud, now washed out by the rain within
The scent of gasoline and grass from a summer night
Fades to nothing — just the hum of a fluorescent light
Wait
Just wait — let me feel this one thing, let it stay
But it crumbles
To dust on my tongue, to ash in the air I breathe
A breath held too long, a match struck in the dark
Gone
It slips away — the moments like glass in my hands
I try to mend them, but they cut me where they land
It slips away — a voice I knew, now lost in static
I call out, but silence answers — it slips away, it slips away
It slips
Away
