Losing Time

The clock winds its   around
Days turn   weeks
Weeks   months
   to a year
What is   all for?
 
Once upon a
There was   mother.
She   her child all she had,
And created the perfect
Then   girl had to leave,
But the love stayed.
Yet, due to    
There was a
Try as   may,
Nothing seemed   work.
 
   Fragmented.
 
   it all for?
Does   have to?
Is this what   wants?
Is   losing time to love?