the unbelievable
of the night becoming dawn or another
rate of coming fire we have gathered for
and that is all in the preparation
that we are required because off we go
on the way or at least in a
way of getting there as the
brightness we always feared is getting
here faster than we can escape it
I saw that collected street light
starburst of stolen travel
both I and my watch saw this coming, my doll
but I looked for you
and I never went to the phone
when I replied to you I just knew
that life was too short to not
tell you the truth
I would sooner disown the sun
than leave you alone

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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