Poem #2

Time drew me up the stairs. 

Compelled me gently, I rose in a hurry. 

Transfixed, I did my deed. 

There’s nothing left but what I know, 

As I knew this moment before. 

Time drew me down the hall. 

The journey ends in that corner. 

I won’t leave unaltered, entirely new. 

There’s nothing left but what I know, 

As I knew this moment before. 

Time drew me in the room. 

I settled down, forced, though gentle. 

Now I travel at a balanced pace. 

There’s nothing left but what I know, 

As I knew this moment before. 

Time drew me to the finish. 

The lady was there awaiting my presence, 

A hand on a chest, now a hand on a shell. 

Everything left is what I don’t know, 

As I live in this moment again.