Time Pieces

Time Pieces

Frustrations wound too tight
angrily twisted our words
before he rushed
out the door
leaving me alone
hands
clenched in the face
of advancing moonlight.

How many times
will we pass
under the night
without counting the stars?
How many hours
will we watch
life tick by
without living ours?

Emotions working overtime
strive to unwind
from the mainspring
that dictates
with the sharp
punch of its card.

We wait
for the two-for-one sales
to stock up on desires
manufactured
on Venus and Mars
with no time out
for each other.

So, we fight
to connect
as we cling
to separate Pendulums
slaving for the Sands
that demand
a lifetime contract.

________________________________________


This is an old one from when my ex-husband and I were newly weds. We worked at the same place, I worked days and he worked nights. We never got to see each other. 














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