cavalcade

and, yet again,
another year
the clock ticks
onward still
life taking place
in the moments between
each pendulum swing
as we fly
from second to second
here and back
we rise and fall
and tread
the paths we made
as the cavalcade
of days
rushes past
and in the end
the feelings in between
are the things that last
the race of blood
that rushes in between the beats
the whispers of the words
unsaid between the sheets
the laughter stifled
but ringing in our eyes
these are the truths
that define our lives