I often think about people, the past,
the special moments that we used to share,
times together, now more precious and rare,
each second ticking shorter than the last.
Life is accelerating way too fast,
at a pace that’s really too much to bear.
At one time I thought that I didn’t care,
I’d already won my spot on the cast.
But a special play still waited for me
tucked away in the corner of the game,
a card to be played in emergency,
in case one needed to put out the flame,
when the drama’s intense, during act three,
the beginning and the end, all the same.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013