it could so very easily
be time to forget
the hand on the dial
and up to now, spent
but human, I linger
the heart and the stinger
this I'll not yet label regret
my belly so turning
an ache in the know
lessen the lonely
yet more than alone
but real do I tender
and search God to render
I'll wade in the feelings of slow
holding the stead
fasting the lead
soon will I paint
soon will I paint
make her my model
soon will I paint
when tied to expression,
all things are worth it