Time is a grasped loved one slipping.
You hold and yet
slipping.
You cry and yet
slipping.
Time is a bottle leaking
and you
traveling far
in a
parched, parched
land.
Time is a man
looking
and finding
beauty
elsewhere.
Time slips.
Time travels.
Time leaves.
This poem defines time in situational occurrences. This poem is from the book I Wish So Much to hold you which is available at www.buybooksontheweb.com