Where Have I Been

Another week has gone by.

It a slow moment,
in a fast life.
The days have quite suddenly
comeandgone.
I can't explain
where they went.

And neither can you.
For all we
really
know
is that piece of a second between
'future' and 'past':
Now. The present.

But still.

It seems like I should
have noticed the passing
of so many hours.

Where have I been?