2002-08-30
9:54 a.m.
but time is running out
These, things, take, time. A lock of dark brown hair falling in light blue eyes, that takes time (to a standstill). As much as I knew about you doesn't seem like enough. I'm planning road trips that you don't know about but that I want you to take, east, east, east. Deciding where lips will reunite (oh tell me it will happen), that is taking ALL my time. My mind is a mess so my body is doing everything; is packing mechanically, is hugging family, is turning toward downtown Toronto and sending the loudest signals it can that any surprise visit is welcome, late enough tonight that there are no consequences. My light will be on. My body's not loud enough, or maybe no-one's listening, maybe you're not listening, maybe I just need to give this more time, but hasn't it been long enough?
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