In the silence of a home once full of noise,
A clock is ticking.
Suddenly I know…
Every second marks a moment,
Another chunk of time
Leaves the future,
Slides through the present
Becomes the past…
As I listen.
And this is me,
A life ticking away.
How many seconds pass in reverie?
How many lost unmarked
And unremarked
Beyond my reach?
I cannot call them back,
Cannot rewind, relive
Refill with memories.
Once they are gone, done,
Lost in the mists,
Wandering the mind
Like aimless ghosts
I cannot change them.
And so I breathe,
Inhaling seconds as they pass,
Filling each one,
With something, anything
To make them count,
Make them sparkle
Make them burn..
Branded in memory.
My life is wide,
Embracing tomorrow
When it is today
And the clock can tick,
Counting my laughter
As the years pass.
France & Vincent 
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