seconds slip through fingers like fine sand,
Minutes melt away in morning light.
Hours stretch and bend at day's demand,
Then vanish with the coming night.
Where does the time go when we look away?
When laughter fills a room, when tears fall free?
It pools in moments we cannot delay,
Then rushes forward, boundless as the sea.
It hides in coffee cups and halfway smiles,
In bedtime stories, stretching past their end.
It's lost in daydreams spanning countless miles,
And found in conversations with a friend.
Where does the time go? Perhaps it never leaves—
Just changes form like water, air, and light.
Becoming memory that gently weaves
The tapestry we carry through the night.
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