Tagged: hour

there are aches that can

there are aches that can
drag you across one hour
into the next and

the next – during which you realize
you were never in control
.
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on the fifteenth

on the fifteenth
anniversary, the thought
of you arranges
itself into the corners
of each hour, flashes
with so much
vibrancy and
color, it is a
wonder how two
people can live
together for a space
of time and be forever
stuck in the
past, a permanent
impermanence
.
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sunday morning, we

sunday morning, we
learned a secret to releasing
the hour, running

alongside time, barefoot with
a bit of generosity
.
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we act as if time

we act as if time
were limitless, not seeing
the hour, the minute,
the second until it’s out
of view, unrealized
you tell me this
at the bus stop,
waiting for
the 22 on Mission,
as if it were the best
place to stop time,
delay departures
.
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on sunday, we

on sunday, we
agreed to save the
extra hour, slice
it up into minutes,
and use it only
for replaying the
best moments. by
the afternoon, i
had asked for
ten, and you,
twenty, and we
worked on the
remainder as if
it were our
favorite word
problem to solve
.
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to remember this

to remember this
moment takes time
lifting a generous
corner of the day,
that hour, a full
minute –
some organs
may tremble
during transportation
.
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we are more

the hour is semi-

the hour is semi-
wild, an untamable
creature either
stalling or stealing –
time has learned to
accept the difference
.
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broken hearts become

certainly more

certainly more
than once
in a lifetime, it gets
caught, entangled
by its very own

hands – the exact
minute, the hour,
is not so
important as the
standstill,
the hungry
gears of time
thwarted,
gnawing
at the adjacent
memories
.
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