It’s ok to cry

And it’s ok

To ask why

And to sigh


At the way

Years seem

To take wings

And fly


Wander on by

Until the moment

The world

Grinds to halt


And pulls

Out the salt

To cruelly pour

On fresh wounds


Where just

Moments before

Wings in flight

Just stop


Take up

Bewildered fight

And day

Slams into night