It’s slipping slowly, faster, slower as my head spins
No regrets at closing this chapter to turn the page
Not a person forgotten in the whirling maelstrom
As the vortex sucks me through after nodded assent given
Am I supposed to feel every moment?
Some are gentle goodbyes falling like dew on grass
Others don’t seem to have registered yet
The gentle I will miss but the ones who make braying farewells
My heart says they forget you when you turn away
So the ones who give gentle hugs and words of meaning
Are the ones I will hold close knowing through changes
I can meet and greet again
Sand pouring through the timer faster than ticking clock
To make new building blocks
Pouring forth to meet me and hold me
As the sea meets the shore
It numbers nothing now but instead set me free
Ailsa
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