Time F***s Me

I wonder where he’s waiting
ocean wind running cold fingers
through his royal hair as he wanders
the silent November shores
wordless in his longing
silent in his search

And I’m taking too long
wasting this life on everything
I could never keep together
dreams I could never afford
to keep

Months run like waves
crashing time into my
fragile, China palms

A child still coping
with the concept of seconds
the importance of minute
moments I watch fall back
and become lost
to the sand before my feet

I’m afraid
I’ll be too late

And maybe
it would be better
if he settled
for something lovelier
than me