the rocket blasts off
in my living room
while I sit waiting
for time
misuse & mismeasured
it slips past me
as I grapple
with air
hindsight hovers
in my mind
mocking me
with how I could
have done everything
-yet didn’t-
& here I am…
a train barrels past
& a snail flies by
everything strewn across
the floor
heavy sighs
little voice
-time is subjective-
yet it weights on me
like a cinder block
pushing me down into
the depths of life
drowning in a sea
of possibilities
that will look more
promising – behind me
they they ever did – in front
more rockets, an action figure
or two zoom by
sinister music – hummed
can only mean
pearl isn’t far off
& he jumps on me
little hugs
tiny kisses
& suddenly nothing
matters in the
world
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