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