If wishes were horses...

 

Time. 

 

 

 

It slips

between your fingers,

sand like and gritty,

full of stories and history.

Full of laughter and love.

Full of sorrows and losses.

Full of everything... .

Yet, it's the unknowing

of quantity

which makes it all so surreal,

and suddenly, so unexpectedly

your hands are empty

holding only the wish for more.