Body Clocks

Seven Sunday runners passed us by.

This, is how we kept time.

How I, kept time,

for tears flowed too quickly to be counted.

And I hurriedly erased them from view with the edge of my sleeve

so you wouldn’t see the truth behind my disguise:

that I wanted more than what was available to me -

Less sunsets, more sunrise.

That I was pretending, not to love, your lust.

The whole thing, felt useless anyway. 

So I watched the runners, keeping time –  it shouldn’t have taken so long

to end something that never started. 

That ring, never left your finger.