there are times
yes
there are times
little bundles
of events
encapsulated
within a framework
of a life
and mentally shelved
to collect cosmic dust
or left out in the rain to rust
dragged out every now and then
for critical review
then polished up and given to you
‘there was a time once”
each would say
it was just once
now it won’t go away
but I look at each second
I look at each minute
not one of them seems
to have you in it
I don’t mean to be raving
but are they worth saving??