Ruminations

If the object of my love
Is a lie
What of my love?

I like to think sometimes that
Love is a promise
Fulfilled
When kindred spirits meet again
– yet
Can I say that it is you
That I have recognized​?

If the object of my love
Is a lie
What of my pain?

Did I recognize​ a face in the crowd
And wave at a stranger
Who happened to smile back?

If the object of my love
Is a lie
Am I mourning
The loss of you?
Or the loss of a promise?

If the object of my love
Is a lie,
Only silence
Remains

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Time

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Make
Time

Raindrops sliding down the window

It’s getting
Colder

My eyes are dry

Fingertips
Tapping
Waiting for more
Time

Waiting for excuses
To relieve my
Mind
I fall asleep on bright screens
And I miss
A voice

Time

We accept the lies
We are hungry for

Time
You used to
Make it
Used to
Stretch it

Time

We accept the lies
We are hungry for.