Vicissitudes of a break in time


This time will pass.

Why is it easier to say that

When things are good,

And I’m clawing at time to

Stand still?


This time will pass.

It was not all joyous

Nor was it all painful.

It was filled with ups


But truly a muted happiness



This time will pass.

I hold on to the cusp of this night as tomorrow

Will be like another

Normal weekend day filled with

Grocery and desperate fun.


When the time passes

(for now I feel ensconced in

Friday night),

When the time passes

I will sigh

Wake up

Sigh again

And enter reality as I know it.


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