Breathe and time will pass
Too soon to wonder,
Where that time,
Waited for with bated breath,
Disappeared into the past.
Tragically slipping through,
The fingers of the present.
Only praying for the ability,
Holding on to every crumb,
Dear to the heart of the one.
Wishing for the future,
Yet refusing,
Unable to let go.
Forgetting about today!
By, TJP
Living As Tanya 