I see the writing on the wall.
It says so much with so little
while saying nothing at all.
Letters forming words
forming thoughts
incoherent
yet making complete sense.
Lost in a moment.
Paint blends with ink
trapped in time.
Left for those
who come after.
Memories
from those
who came before.
Not directed to anyone
but there for everyone.
Caught
in the here and now
of yesterday
and tomorrow.