Friday




As we seek solitude
As we drift  into oblivion
Alone so nothing
Can distract this soul- 
can’t stop
A man in time but 
you can stop a man’s time on
his wristwatch
as my bones rattle,
 this skin has seen days and light
Stories that sit in each crevice
Of these hands
Nails to hold together
Skin that dresses these veins
Bones and blood
Together we can
  Rise in solitude
For my time has come
to be alone 
....with you
again-


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