Times Like This.....

Time passes by
I look at you through the glass
Times like this I can’t help but ask
Why we had to end up becoming a past

Time stands still
I can’t help but feel your notion of guilt
It is time to move on from that patch on the quilt
Moments to reminisce are not meant to be rebuilt

Time is present tense
Tranquilly is felt with a unimaginable intensity
New experiences are hard to adjust to but cause me no offense
Time only brings about suspense of the unknown