Poems from the eyes of a stranger

drifting

like a boat cut loose from its dock
like a toy dropped in a tub by a child

far and slow
slipping through the fragile fingers of fate

something precious swallowed by ravenous wicked
something wholesome obliterated by lack of time

precious time
precious friends
precious moments
precious memories

drifting apart through the winds of time and that wretched fate.