The spasms out of tune and time
One step forward
Retrace your steps
In present tense,
Parts to a point
Drop and stop
They call it in, love.
To cut through space with all you’ve got
I saved you a parking space out front.
Once we held hands and cut through ice
Here’s some truth, I gather lies.
I’m used to sprinting when it’s cold
I fear old age and aching joints
The point is sharp when time is still.
It aches to think of things undone.
I skipped through mimes, some chimes I lost.
Some times a ghost jogs past
The point I laugh. It’s late
And I’ve got a date
With a wind-up
And then impetus strikes
At once I’m twenty and on a walk
To a maze of some and much rejoice
It seems to me there will be choice.
I lied. I nearly died
Before I came around
albeit drowned, dripping, and slightly sorry I was found.