Days running into weeks
And so forth
That's how it happens
That is precisely how time
Slips through your fingers
And you cannot get it back
And you cannot even try
It's like a wrinkle in time
Two days slipped into one
Without even knowing
Until a glance at the calendar
Calendars are not our friends
They only pretend to be
As they document just how quickly
Time slips past us—like a thief
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