Anecdote

Sometimes things get lost. 
Time passes in the night  
in anecdotal increments and 
no one ever notices the minutes  
running on the clock. 
Beauty fades under covers in the dark 
so you won't see the flaws 
until the morning when it's too late. 
I don't know if I'll ever 
really know you or if I 
ever even knew you, dear friend. 
Time and memory fight so 
savagely that I shy from the melee, 
but these anecdotal increments 
do seem 
amazingly significant.

Author's Note

Please be constructive.