time never loved us
nor did it ever allow is
a minute behind, or an hour too fast.
it was never distance separating us
but our lack of talent and luck of timelines
i'm so sorry a minute makes me miss you
and i'm sorry you never did
you took my picture off the shelf
and hid me in a drawer
because you couldn't stand my face smiling at you anymore
but thats ok because i wont waste my ink and paper on you anymore
good to know that when the clock struck 12 and all the numbers in the world changed, i was the 2nd person you called-for a connection to someone else
the underlying pulse of your intentions makes me feel reassured
pulse to heart to beat to rhythem to the music in my head to notes to words to the ones i said to you to the ones you threw back at me that made my heart skip a beat to stop the pulse
-Dec. '07
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