Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Few and Far Between


I unplugged every clock in my house and the sun still came up. 

Where did the time go? 

When we were talking, your brave face was growing too tight.  How could you breathe?  Man, what I wouldn't give for five more minutes.  Remember the clock flashed midnight for three weeks straight?  Reason enough to believe day light was just an illusion.

Shed your thick skin, my friend.  Wear my sorry excuse for a heart on your sleeve.  I want to know where our time went.  I want to believe.

The gratitude was few and far between as were the apologies.  Tomorrow, I said. 

Life embarrassing is a lonely town just outside the city limits of Guilt.  Here in Guilt, we welcome all women and children.  Please leave your clocks at home.  If you're asked what time it is, tell them I said, "tomorrow".

Moonlight swims, who wears clothes?  Shame doesn't exist in the dark.  Foreplay, then I'm an afterthought.  Are you angry because I wasted your time? 

Honey, drown your pride.  I'll keep the lights off.  I'll show you where the time has gone. 

Guilt is a violent city surrounded by empty fields.  The farmers all pray for rain.  They believe you reap what you sow and faith is their only crop. 

The blessings are few and far between.  Tomorrow, they say.

My hands shake.  My eyes twitch.  Where did our time go? 

Your beautiful wings, your crooked horns.  They say good comes from God and evil from the devil.  But you're both.  I feel like an ant while you hold up a magnifying glass and you're using the sunlight to burn me alive.  And I feel like a butterfly whose wings you ripped off just to kill time. 

But only because of the love you took back.  Tomorrow, I say.

Hello cancer, my only friend.  I've come to talk to you again.  You don't just show up over night.  It takes years and years of damaged cells.  And then your ugly face appears.  Can you tell me where our time went while you were swimming in the blood of the unexpected? 

Mercy me, few and far between.  Rip off the halo, change my shoes.  Unplug the clocks.  Head out of town.  Take no baggage.  Start over again.  Tomorrow, I say.

They say, the other side does not keep time.  Then tell me where the time goes. 

I thought we would be around forever.

I miss your face.  And I miss your love.  Although, it's few and far between, I can't let go.

Tomorrow, I say. 






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