As Time flies...

Here we are again.

In known waters, drinking glasses, familiar cheers, repeated traditions.

Here we are, old as it pass, another branch on our trees.
Some leaves have fallen, four stations have passed.
We are still here, but others are not.

So Time flies.
With unseen wings, unheard whispers, untold wishes.
Time, as it goes, leaving us behind.

A year.
A whole full year has been since.

Changes have come, changes have gone.
We have accepted, we have denied.

We have grown.
Or just some.

Lessons have been learned, stories have been told, experiences have been lived,
Love has been lost, Love has been found.

As always, as Time.
It comes.

It still goes.