Another month passes by.
Pages fly off the calendar,
What I thought
Was yesterday seems so far.
Memories fly by,
Slipping through my hands.
I only remember some,
Short strands.
Only one direction to move,
And it's forward.
Looking back
Is far too hard.
Can't you just hit pause?
Or at least slow down.
One second I'm starting school,
Next I'm in a wedding gown.
Now I'm in a nursing home.
Can't I rewind?
I fear
There's nothing left to find.
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