What time do you think it is? Leaning forward
to pick up the phone. I guess, I always guess,
I always find myself correct within ten
or twenty minutes.
Whenever the question is asked, the evening
is over in our hearts because the spell is
broken time has caught up with us and we sigh
suddenly alone
Though still together, we both know that nothing,
no whiskey, no kisses, no tears, no laughter,
can show us the path back to the timeless space
between then and now
Beautiful, B.
ReplyDeleteYour inner clock knew when it was time.
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