by Westley Nash
I never realised how broken the passage of time could feel
until I lost someone very dear to me...
For when I recall their presence in my life
there are moments when it's as if I spoke with them only yesterday.
While other times it's as though they've been gone for a hundred years.
The exact duration of time in both instances may indeed be the same,
yet in review it all appears so strangely jumbled and inconsistent to me...
[artwork by Westley Nash]