The ghost of time

time is a silent thief
slipping through unnoticed cracks
it steals moments before we realize their worth
turning laughter into echoes
and memories into shadows
we grasp at its passing
but it slips like sand through fingers
leaving behind only the ghost of what was
what once seemed endless
is now a faint whisper
reminding us that nothing stays
and time takes everything


Time

time slipped through her fingers like sand 
each grain a moment lost to the past
she watched days blend into nights
seasons pass in a blur
and the years weave an intricate dance
of memories and regrets
the ticking clock echoed in the silence
a constant reminder of what was gone
and what could never be again
in the quiet of her heart
she mourned not the minutes she had
but the moments she missed
lost to the relentless march of time

Eternal last dance

it was the final dance 
the waltz of destiny
enticing two souls to embrace 
sharing the fleeting moments 
they had left
the pull was undeniable 
the world around them blurred 
fading into the background 
as their bodies moved
in perfect harmony
their steps whispered a story
each twirl and dip 
was a cherished memory 
engraved in the hands of time
and as the final notes 
of their dance drew near
their souls entwined
in an eternal dance
a silent confession of a love 
that would forever remain
for in that final twirl 
they had etched an indelible memory
a legacy of a last dance
that would forever
illuminate their souls