TIME IS LEAVING ME
slowly
as it has been doing all along
but i just now noticed
the faint brush stroke
of my outline
is stealthily and steadily
fading into the background
of a witness’ canvas
a fast shooting star
travels deep into the universe’s memory
oh shadows of time
cast its unseen presence
everywhere
its weightlessness
can be so comforting
like dew drops
barely resting
on twisted winter leaves
2025