Time Then and Now

That was the time then when time had facile fluidity flowing like smooth autumn breeze, touching the somber edges of indolent life. You walked in slow pace, gladly let me pass, held my hand with passion for a long period, waited to listen when I spoke. Your tolerance showered cool empathy on my blazed troubled time. You encased me with the petals of mind when I was gone, never to return. I could look through my transparent life, see happiness glitter in the core. My soul was a flower of bliss in the bouquet of togetherness. This is the time now when time is verily viscous sliding in designed cascading course, crushing the stony fringe of impatient life. You rush with the mad crowd, don’t let me go, your arms no longer reach me to embrace, in cacophony you don’t listen when I speak. Your compassion has morphed into a mirage in the desolate desert of my time. When I’m gone you erase instantly my fading face from your secluded slate. I can’t look through my opaque life, don’t see where happiness has sunk. My soul is a snapped thread in the worn tapestry of discord. January 23, 2019