slowly
slowly are the days
marked
one
and one
and one
so slowly and with no more fanfare.
a dream
rogue and rotten
lodged
and immovable.
the days bleed
one into the next
and on
until time is not.
unruly
unworthy beginnings
painted a needed
wanted
unreal ending.
bottled
blasphemous the nights
where hands held
hair and hips.
the loss
both
grievous and expected.