OctPoWriMo 30

All these lost minutes 
accumulate forever 
others written down 

some just forgotten 
still more others generate 
their own momentum 

how long has it been 
since the seasons felt so young 
you couldn’t count them 

or lost track of how 
they blend into each other 
the world was ending 

one day at a time 
not all at once in a rush 
because we forgot

what was worth remembering