Alas

As the clock ticks steadily away
She peers back to the past
Wandering in nostalgic amazement
At the pregnant moments conceived
That have been allowed to prematurely sublime into subversivity
Perturbations in her head born from whispers of tales untold
Serve as souvenirs of all the should be's, could be's would've been's
And as she casts her gaze around her now
Her subconscious quickening from a thought in the making
She vows to seize this memory ,with all that she's worth
Looking at her reflection, she erupts into a smile
Because she knows from now on, she'll live one day at a time