At the Door of Borrowed Time

When you least expect it
those things you dread
come knocking
at the door of borrowed time

It feels much too soon
and cruel
and unfair
that all the moments
and all the things
are fleeting

fleeing from our grasp
until all that's left
slowly fragments and fades
and then vanishes across time

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