Later, Is Not Yours!
…”later”, the coffee cools
dawn melts into dusk
sunlight slips into moonlight
and,
we too grow older
silver strands, soft wrinkles
sketch their way
buried emotions
linger,
unspoken and midway
stories hanging mid air
waiting to unfold
unfinished conversations
gather like dried petals
follow like untamed shadows
moments slipping by
like,
the gray burnished sand
i find
myself wanting all now
why wait
harness the moment
before it fades
nothing pauses
this time is yours
simply yours
forever yours
“later”, is not yours
~with heart
monika
