Tuesday, April 21, 2015

about face time

I wake to emails that are not from you
The single buzzes on my run aren't too
Later, the doubles throw names on the lock
screen, but they're someone else's – we don't talk
The T runs late, a fortnight after U
Riders are smiling, texting back, a few
have the correct fair hair, but the wrong face
I check your typing bubble – just in case
The flight east makes a short night run away
I'd have a red eye even at midday
I'll dry, return to touch before the fall
rains mute my will – "Touch to return to call"
The Lune drains slowly west – the day we met it ran uphill
We'll find our level best – I hope you're standing, hope you're still

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