The days continue to pass by
And time loses reason to fly
It grows weary as it comes to realize
There is nothing to fly to,
No happy ending to pursue
For what would happen after?
For time, it will always be fly
                                                     and never 'flew'.

I came as I,
Always believing in myself.
I got married,
And became We,
We built a home,
Had a boy and girl,
We became us.
Us had a story,
With many chapters
Some with sad and some with happy memories.
16/11/2023

Oh, dear poet, the poetry you wrote
have stirred a sonnet boom in my heart and it's tearing me apart.