I met you
In the outside
Cold
Patchy
Sunlight
Your dog
In the sweaters
Your wife makes
Out of of old shirt sleeves
Who always
Is a smiling
And copper dog
When she see’s me
Soft and velvet
In my arms
You say what age you’re going on,
I say mine
You called me young still
“New years is like water
slipping down a drain as I get older”
Your blue eyes
Were distant
Forlorn
Before turning back
To cheerful
That’s a perfect way to describe time,
water slipping and spilling,
getting further away
From us
Were all
Just trying to
Make it
a future undecided,
a set of thing’s you set up
to fall like blocks
To clear days ahead
Raise your glass
There is only this,
the past you carry
In your memory
And the present
undecipherable
Unknowable future
Which might
Already be inside of you
Leaking out
In an unreadable script
That you could never
in a million years
Guess
I think time
Is the color of
Pale sand
Light as snow
Counting our footsteps
In time
With the sturdy
And creaking
ticking clocks
Glass echos
Of yourself~Sarah Mahina Calvello~
