if possible –

our only desire –

collect the pieces of could-have-been –

place them in a box.

and if –

by chance –

we find one day a way to turn them into can,

the effort will be more than wasted time –

merely moment of repose as we travel further along our journey.

 

once again the day winds down –

reminds us of our world forever turning –

and in that moment when light escapes the sky of night –

we marvel in awe at the dissipating fragments –

exhibited so poignantly –

like millions of memories held captive –

stars of cherished was –

surreptitiously etched onto the canvas of our forever…