The Lost Hours

Image by me for Boys by Girls Magazine

Falling. Day by day, faster than you imagined. Running out of time.
Boyhood’s last chapter only pages away. Faster than the wind can carry memories created. Counting hours to collect in little jars for keeps. Folding minutes like paper towels, you reach for the moving clouds one more time.

You are an airplane roaming the sky, watching it all. Observing the minutes slow down, as you listen to the floorboards whispering secrets of last night. These hours to play with and turn into lasting fragments of moments to find your way back to.

(Poem written for Boys by Girls Magazine’s Spring Summer issue ‘Young Hearts’.)