Where Has Time Gone

The soft patter of tiny feet against the once warm wooden floor
now cold, all love begotten and estranged
the soft echo of laughter
through these now empty, gray halls
reminds me of the times past and gone
of love found then lost
where has time gone? 
the light has gone with it
only memories of brighter times linger
where is the sweet grass we played in? 
now brown and shriveled
where has time gone?