isn't wild that it's already April?
days are long but life is so short.
I can't believe it's been over a year
since I've heard from the love of lifetimes.
it's been longer before, but this time seems more.
I can't believe I am going to be 40 this year.
Seems like yesterday I was 17.
where does it all go?
and why does it go slow when we are at work
and fast when we are having fun?
time is not a construct, it is a currency
that cannot be exchanged for anything.
these silly poems are just time stamps.