Is my hourglass broken?
Are the grains of sand in my time capsule
so infinitesimally small
that time goes faster than it should?
Most days, time is irrelevant.
But when those hours are important,
when those minutes have meaning
and those seconds truly count,
time races by,
turning the moments that we relish
into time we are made to reflect,
turning the present
quickly into the past.
But as those moments pass by,
as those seconds hastily morph into hours,
I can only smile,
knowing that those hours that passed so swiftly
were well worth the short time
that I got to enjoy them.