Time

Where has your time gone? 
How does yours slip away?
How does it morph, and
What makes it change?
How do you lose it in the 
Cracks between memory 
And distance? Why does
The time you feel feel 
So different from the time 
I know and have always
Known? My time tells a 
Straightforward story
No twists are taking it
Away from its narrow path
Yours veers right and left, 
Off by a half hour here, an 
Hour there. Sometimes it 
Homes in on a need or necessity 
That only reminds me of how 
Much time we both have lost