used to be time well-spent, finding
a kindness in you every day reaching
for me, sweetly. Saying "sweet" it
always sounded like a pinprick or a
puncture.
you were always louder, clapping like the
thunder slap cloud sound of lightning
pulling away from the ground.

there used to be room left to breathe, but
now the minutes march by days, slip by
neatly under the door, tidy, like they were
never here at all. you were hardly here at all
anyway, and
i ask the time to stay
but all i get from the clock is a look away.

you're worried you're feeling wanted,
or worse, tired of looking at me,
less out of habit
than rehearsed. sharp objects in your eyes aiming
for mine. i fall apart in there,
under the gravity. god knows
you don't have any feelings, i know
you feel everything at once.
i want to go where you go when you
turn the other way.

hurling month by month
just past my ears. your heart won't be
around for long.

make room too late,
you're a wild bronco train car crashing in and
i'm not building paths fast enough,
you're not slowing down.
so look away
i'm sinking your june and july into the ground, curtain
calls you to roll the nicer things away.
Time, drink up your wasted
Time, take it
to go.