How can we measure time?
In laughter?
There's been enough of that.
And tears,
sometimes too many.
Friendships lost and found;
battles fought and won.
So many directions
in one,
likes stars in a cloudless sky,
some dazzling
some blinking; waiting.
All mapping the path
from there
to here.
So how can we measure time?
In our own way,
when and ending
is a beginning.
And, when you look back
you will see the door is
open;
behind you;
in front of you.
