Another Day

Another day slips away

into the stream 

from now to then.

On and on
the seconds flow

with little notice 
and much that’s noticed
only barely so

and even less 
remembered
and what’s
remembered

hardly fills 
a spoon and 

much of that 
regretted or

reframed 
and some

relived 
second by second. 

And so 
another day 

just slips 
away.