Tuesday 21 August 2012

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.

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