Something Predictable

Posted on: November 12, 2011
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By Simon Diamond Cramer
 
 

Dawn breaks and drives
an airplane-shaped wedge between us,
tears us lip from lip and hand
from hand, and I think

we could have had more two
more one more minutes seconds
even would have been enough

And when I find my flight’s delayed
it’s time we could have used

the extra minutes breaking into scanty hours
we’d grasp and spin into new days
and weeks together in our minds
and then watch slip away

just an hour just a minute just
a second more
just more it would
have been enough it
would have

No.

It would never be enough.

We knew what we were getting into, saw
the ticking clock before the very start, knew
it would have to end like this

and so I sit and give a little smile
and hold the eager selfish tears within my throat, for

I refuse to mourn for we knew never be,
but choose to celebrate what was.

Of course, they’re still there. Hiding.

Music from the radio
leaks into my brain:

for what it’s worth it was worth all the while
it’s something unpredictable
but in the end is right
I hope you have the time of your life.

I know I did in the little time we had.

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