it all slips away.

when love arrived,
death became non existent,
at least for the moment,
from what it had to do,
from what it had to be.
we live for the day,
the hour,
the moment,
who can be good enough.
how else can we live,
if we expect to be alive.
long ago,
far away.
another time,
another place.
another life.
it all slips away,
much to quickly.