Hazy Gaze

Fleeting time
I cannot grasp,
Grains
With no control.
A tick tock piece
That will not cease
As laughter lines appear,
Then crease,
The gentle moment
Lost, at least,
Until some trigger is released,
And then, dreamlike, the time replays,
Frozen in my hazy gaze.
I smile,
Yes.
They were brighter days.
We lived,
We loved
In many ways.

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