Loopholes in Time

Birth and death; flight and deep sleep, One leads to the other in an endless chase. We run out of chores; in kind and in mind, Endings and beginnings forever; hand-in-hand. The memories linger on as loopholes in time, Tearing through the fabric of space-time. Some people linger on; fighting for their place, Laughs and tears; frights and anxieties. New battles await, the heart sways to return, To that familiar place; those special souls. To that small desk and the love behind it, Distance might keep us away; but we share the same sky. ©binaryocean