Time

Where does time go when it has left us? Does it whither away and die when we aren't looking? Does it recycle itself and begin again? Does it shatter into a million pieces and touch the lives of those around us? Does it remain with us and like an antique clock, it waits to be revived or reinvented? Is time the tears of angels, sad that we are not in heaven, and when time returns to them, so do we? Is time the souls of the living, only attached to one person until they return to their Heavenly Father? What is time and where does it go when it has left us?