Overwhelmed

By the urge to pee
in the middle of a night
missing an hour

remembering anxiety
as a thing to be
remembered

how much time
has passed in my lifetime
encompassing other lives

regrettably no longer here
lost in their youth
(age is always too young)

how much time has gone
by way of losing itself
accumulation of numbers 

left to be counted
by those who after us
some of whom are here 

sleeping in the other room
have no thought of time
other than a face

knowing no age
just these decades piled up
we might return to

sometime in the future
which pasts us by
eventually 

sleep returns emptied of us