Time moved through me
forgetting to carry me
with her.
And I waited.
Like the businessman
at Flinders Street Station
- stagnant -
while the world passed him by,
and time moved through him,
in fast motion;
forgetting to whisper past
his cheek
and sweep the petals
from his eyes.
For he carries a garden inside,
but all gardens
need time.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
Time moved through me
forgetting to carry me
with her.
And I waited.
Like the businessman
at Flinders Street Station
- stagnant -
while the world passed him by,
and time moved through him,
in fast motion;
forgetting to whisper past
his cheek
and sweep the petals
from his eyes.
For he carries a garden inside,
but all gardens
need time.
