the hour glass

there is less of you
than
there was the day before.

your body
has diminished with time.

the cloth of wind
against you.

the tar of night.
you are weighed down by

so much.
the past, the future.

such as it is. and even that
what is there
to know

or ponder anymore
about tomorrows.

what memories others
had
of you

are going going fast
as they leave
before you.

this hour is all you have,
and that too, just
sand
through an invisible hour
glass.