Time passes us by

Time passes us by , 
even as the moments spread 
into it's shadow and then ,
merges into oblivion.
The fragrance of joss sticks , 
the smell of new clothes ,
linger for a while before fading away .
All those evening of lights ,
decorations on streets,
words of love and looks of envy ,
they come to an end.
They never return ,
the flowers that we immerse
with the idols
after the worship is done.
Every year is a different story
of hope and heart break for us .
Still we wait , to repeat
this sense of loss
over and over again.