dear Time,
i have a feast for you.
i remember this place in spring.
i remember it in summer. i remember
the way it smelt and my memory isn’t very good,
but i remember the way it felt.
oh Time, are
you hungry? have you taken enough?
i watch skylines of buildings fall
to the ground,
but the greatest confusion is always You.
oh Time, oh Time,
i have such a meal for you.
do the clouds think of me fondly?
or pale in my gaze? like, maybe,
how i pale in Yours.
all these things i’ve kept for you,
in my hands, ah a woman can
carry so much but she can carry
only so much.
i guess i assumed you’d have a cloakroom
or something -
no i don’t have a coat but
really could you carry my scarf?
no need to be Angelic. no need
to stress.
no need
oh Time, i think i forgot something
at the last train station.
i think she was standing there
tired and alone
and i want her back.
it’s okay i won’t though. i’m okay with that.
that’s fine.
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