no questioning where
lost time
went,
each step marked in
liquid cement,
a breath like ash
upon life’s
page,
the voice that can’t
conceal its
age.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
no questioning where
lost time
went,
each step marked in
liquid cement,
a breath like ash
upon life’s
page,
the voice that can’t
conceal its
age.
hands in the garden 
Wonderful writeup..✍🏻👏🏻
Hey thanks 🙂