slipped

Hours running into days

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