Time was never a line with us,
Nor was it short
Though the calendar
Made a valiant attempt
To prove us otherwise.

We did not unfold
Yet our immortal affiliation
Will tuck me in
This one last sleep.

And if I only dream
All our tomorrows
As if they were;
Let me remain chambered,
Else I wake to face
The remainder of these years
Without the echo of my name
Upon your lips.

12/04/2014

Author's Note: Time and distance and too much minutiae.

Posted on 12/04/2014
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