Every day, every minute
Even miniscule of time,
Escape me.
Every story, Every road
Seems longer than it maybe.
Running in loop,
In circles, of every memory alive.
The loop gets shorter and shorter.
Sorry, the movie is off my mind.
Forgive me, my love
That's all I have got
in my shrinking mind.
Hold me close, grip me tight,
Tell me,
This is your grandson and I, your child.
Image by Deekshith Vodela.