Today I realized
that time
much like Schrodinger’s cat
has ways of jumping forward quickly
yet also standing still

last summer under
the bright noon sky
your rough fingertips
against my lips
as you fed me
sun-warmed blackberries
picked while we walked

your nails
were polished smooth
not scented of blackberries
as you slipped your
hand from mine

saying you still loved me
and walked away.



5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. sustainabilitea
    Aug 24, 2019 @ 20:34:59

    The end of summer and what else?



  2. Whimsy Mimsy
    Aug 25, 2019 @ 14:38:26

    You are always quite perceptive.


  3. Johnny Crabcakes
    Mar 16, 2020 @ 04:16:43

    (oh shit. ouch. that last line.)

    There is so much here
    in this walking away. Gone,
    like the scent of pine.


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