By D.S. Williams
Maybe I was too occupied with being.... Preoccupied.
2 busy Wearing a Watch Made By procrastination...
You know the model: The One Where
One Hand Holds Back Years and the Other
Waves "Maybe Later"...
My "See You Soon"
Kept Being Pushed To the Rear,
Thinking That, that Space Would Never Be Reserved
Or I could Water That Wallflower
When I'm finished Whispering
In Other's Secret Gardens,
I guess they all fell on deaf fears..
Perhaps It Just Wasn't the right time,
You had Caught a ride with
The other time passengers,
Your scheduled departure
Was one Year ahead Of Mine,
Soooo, some planned spontaneity and a dab of
produced a rendezvous
of familiar strangers, i knew you,
but I didn't Know You? Maybe?
So sparks was just a flicker and we blew it out
Before anything really had a chance
to light, you back to heading lines
and me to figuring out that my purpose
Was never mine in the first place, pretending
To Soar while I still Had on my training Wings..
hoping i would crash into someone...........
Two accidents later,I saw you among sirens
That alarmed at the sign of Sparks.
Yes, Crackling spilled drinks,
Intoxicated revelations, DJ Scratches
And a fevered itch.
I inched my way to the budding
illumination, only to find out, that his watch
was working just fine and realized that your
union with him was yesterdays' news....