106 if years were found hiding round gears

106

if years were found hiding round gears

greasy knoby cheerless things

smeared between cashier machines

i’d plunk a silver dollar in

to ride over there till now was when

take all i have in this picture of you

creased and worn

on that morning just before the white dress

i can almost hear your sighs compress

comfort into crying with a splash of wine

till sight blurred another dreary night

and you could look him in the eye

to rub away one more time

then we could be

you and me

instead of you and

your other half

it’s hard not to laugh

more likely cry

because i’m fast in this dream

and the better half of me dies

every time you whisper in my ear

hush dear, this isn’t goodbye

before going back to him

to sleep in his bed again

you and i were made for more

than clinging to our tattered lives

stacked full of part-time lies

but time is no machine

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