Time, which might have begun with
a smile and a kiss, with a, “How
was your day?”
Time, which might have been
passed sitting side by side,
talking together, laughing
together, sharing a second
smile and a kiss,
Spent, instead, in silence. No
shared looks, no shared words,
no shared laughter, certainly
no shared second smile and
Time lost. Forgivable, but
Chipping away at possibilities hoped
for and maybe not hoped for,
Marking a growing love and marking
no love at all (perhaps simply
Time fumbled, trampled, mangled,
argued over, cried over, passed
Time followed by sleep and by no
sleep at all (perhaps simply
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