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Time passes patiently
When you have nothing to give-still we can all start again
but I don’t think I’ll make amends.
Maybe this time through violence as revenge
Angered at the soil that birthed your mother
But try as you might- she can’t heal your lover
Are you anything if anyone cares?
Are you even listening? Are you really there?
I’ve drank enough coffees to know my own worth
I’ve weighed it out nicely counting my loves
To write it down quickly it was a weak cup of coffee,
I sipped it all summer and it showed me even
the melting of the sun couldn’t blast my shadow
Nor could the light of the moon save the streets
You see no one helps the pomegranates you pass, the edible women, lying on the graffitied underpass.
So you pick up an offer to call your friend on your way home.
Somehow you live through them
But then tomorrow want nothing to do with them
Smash my phone in front of them so that they won’t call me again
But they still know I want them to.
I never planned to live this long
I don’t have an idea of what to do
And I don’t think I’ll want to live much
Again and again I feel death’s touch
It’s the grains of gold that make you stay
The small things that dawn the day.
Like the time I remember you made me cakes in the hours I was gone
How could I let them spoil?
And for that day, that’s what kept watering the soil.
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