Knife: Time

 

Time 

Gradually

Carving life out of people. 

You see them now, 

And they appear 

So different

From what your memories

Fed you.

Happy, vibrant souls

Of the past, now

Shrunken to shells,

Seemingly purposeless, 

And incomplete, 

Struggling

To make sense, 

Adapt, 

And

Remember. 

I see them all around me, 

As I myself, 

Devastated,

Grow out of my past.