great-grandma Corinne was always doomed
to leave the room just before a big event
she was in the bathroom across
the hallway the day I was born
she was in the supermarket across
the street the day her husband died
as is my fate to wish for love
in the moments before i leave
but i’d take a lifetime of clocks
ticking two breaths behind
to settle inside the cocoon of
your mouth for a whisper of time
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
great-grandma Corinne was always doomed
to leave the room just before a big event
she was in the bathroom across
the hallway the day I was born
she was in the supermarket across
the street the day her husband died
as is my fate to wish for love
in the moments before i leave
but i’d take a lifetime of clocks
ticking two breaths behind
to settle inside the cocoon of
your mouth for a whisper of time
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