A wisp of a time
An inkling
Fragile, yet.
For those 15 minutes
I sat in the palm of your hand
Nested there.
Among the flotsam and clutter.
You took that other turn.
I watched you, I watched it happen.
Prism-crisp, I see it still.
Misstep, misspoke, carried off by wind and hurl.
Breeze being too light a word for what you lost.
Turns out I have a shelf life.
Breathe in I'm there, breathe out I'm gone.
Here are the liberties I took
With the liberties you didn't.
I got up from my chair
I raised your window wider
Fresh air! I said.
My lie, white and oft bleached.
Blinded I am, by my own fiction.
What really happened.
Is I let you blow away.
Along with the hope, bunting soft as it was.
And when that took too long
I fanned what was left.
Is it hard? Does it smart?
Sure.
But I'll be damned
If you get to make all the plans.
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