What is done is done. We wave hello to the sun.
We never forgot about the moon. We need both
the fork and the spoon. The day may be gone,
and time may be flying, but I am still trying.
In the sky, I see birds bobbing and weaving.
I can’t take my eye off what is now leaving.
I loved, cried, and smiled in the past tense.
I live in the present where it just makes sense.
The memories stay as the past fades away.
The future is bright: I’ll be there one day.