The Trouble With Goodbye

Moments, however fleeting, live in the now
We watch time receding, as though a tide on a shore
We swim towards tomorrow with hope as an anchor
We stick our feet in time always hoping there is more
And every grain of sand is a memory that we store
We lock them in the past and hide behind a door
We walk on yesterday where our feet cannot explore
We softly wrap up lies and then tie them with a vow

© Delia Ross. 2019

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