Time scuttles but doesn’t slow

What more am I to do than walk around and pick up chards of friendships
Popping into lives that I once had reserved parking in;
Like a cop at a crime scene flashing his badge,
‘Your last year in one minute, please.”
Time scuttles but doesn’t slow on trips home
and it’s not just an Eastern to Central.
it’s less to do, more time to wastemore grace, less will.