Tuesday, April 21, 2015

like water

This mornings leftover water conversation b-sides rolled into one aptly flowing yarn
At which point it all becomes too significant to go without
Back from a place unknown but familiar
Like before
A minute at a time
An hour or so
This afternoon's leftover water and its residual stain
The ring around of condensate
What's gone and comeback has never really gone
This evenings empty glass
Spilled out from half full
Partially empty
Mostly incomplete and mostly obsolete
Its no longer salable
Just a reminder of last night and what we needed then
And what we no longer need
And what we can no longer have



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