The Wings of Time

Wonder where we went
Between this minute and that hour
I remember every step I took
11 years ago, that November afternoon we moved

The van behind us drove
The unwashed remainder of all those years
I glanced behind memorizing the road
I don’t remember if we spoke.

Who would’ve known
We’d be here so long
These three static lives
floating without a song

No more aquariums
No more museums
No more movies
No more drives

This once lovely nucleus
Grew up too fast.

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