Monday, August 01, 2011
those days
In those days, time passed too quickly
you needed to play - and I needed to work -
and the days kept needing to close in
our embrace - no matter how long it we made that last -
they took their cue at the first
and then carried on regardless
The sweet anxiety of hours
kept pushing my lips to yours
the only way I knew
to fill this new hole
that you created
not there before - this new well -
unfillable - it seemed -
its edges sharped by the clock
the fear of its inky deepness too
and then - now - this reversal of tides
the time that moves now
that you are far away
will bring you closer - and yet -
softens the well - grows moss
over the edges - your face
obscured - the depths -
this river - drops silt -
it fills like an old pond
I could walk across it and away
if I chose
¶ 12:30 PM
