Time Was the Enemy of All - Stream of Consciousness

just the two of them
about to be three
a family
a feeling of
exactness
perfection

yet they knew
this would end
and it was all a dream
that time
marched on
forever

it had to end
it was the only way
apart and alone
and lost
the child wandered
forever

to find a way back
follow the map
the time marching
forward,
over me

everything was lost
every day was
spent wondering
a chance
a single lone chance
to change.