in search of lost time

Where The Days Go When They Are Done

lost in thought,
hanging from ceilings,
climbing up walls,
crawling across floorboards

in search of lost time,
i stumble upon a room within a room,
where the days go when they are done

there amidst the cobwebs of wasted hours,
a closet full of broken promises
along with things i meant to say to you

sincere apologies and whispered sweet nothings
weathered beyond all reason, encrusted in the silence of rust

so i sit still
lost in thought
in this room within a room,
in a rocking chair
carved from the hollow wood of regrets,
well aware but still wondering
where the days go when they are done