Some time has passed since, I got older
Days became hotter, nights got colder
More wrinkles on face, lesser in brain
Memory faded, has breaks in the chain
Its journey through time can’t be trusted
Untouched, won’t freeze, instead gets rusted
Things that had filled me with pride (in past)
Have they really met their end so fast?
Ivy creeping over each metaphor
Alliterations alter to camphor
Similes weak as goldfish’s attention
Doom is not an exaggeration
And at times I can’t help but ponder
If distance truly makes a heart fonder
Maybe culprits are both distance and time
Let them and they’ll leave nothing benign
But spend some time, make the spiderwebs fall
Better be bad than nothing at all
Reading this don’t lie, and tell me I’m good
Being bad is fine as long as understood
Watering dried plants is harder than planting a new seed
Still, I hope that soon I write something you’ll love to read
Love, Ana
