Javier
What is time but a mere human contrivance? Arbitrary yet addicting.
Still, wish I had more of it (see, it’s addicting!)
to spend with you, burning my tongue in the Pomegranate tea you over-boiled,
daydreams and improbabilities dissolving into the steam, fogging up your spectacles as you lean closer.
But the age of vagabonds and ideals is no more, my dear,
and my world thus unstuck, not for you.
Javier chimes patiently in the background, cell phone snaps, footsteps, your frame tucked inside a Dali clock…
Oh I’m hangin’ high, oh won’t you let me down.
