The2nd

I keep catching glimpses of Eternity (the ones you throw at me),
And this gives me hope,
Just enough,
Because back when, Eternity was everywhere,
In the fences, the sunlight, the plastic windows and in the Air,
Eternity was abundant and everywhere,
I keep catching glimpses of Eternity (in my side view and just off-camera, elusively heartbreaking),
Just enough to keep me going,
I Hope.
Because when now was Then, Eternity never seemed like it would ever be such a scarce commodity,
And I often let it pass by unnoticed and unheralded,
Like most of the Days Since,
The Ones when Eternity was all that lay ahead.
(The augustness of your throwing is more beautiful than all the August mornings I've ever seen).