Free Time – Felt None Of It

I took the time to stare at my hands
the pale luster of failed attempts
around the cuticles, skin around the
knuckles feeling the ache spending
idle time doling out hurrah’s
and plot twists – did he get the memo
or didn’t she?
Love waved good-bye many times with these hands,
wiped away tears, still looked the same
after it was over, day-time naps from
impossible cliff to climb – Jesus I’m
tired spare the little things, ball up a
fist and suddenly glory passes up its
chance to stop and say hello

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