To Late


her far away gaze surfed over hills of heads sending signal that it was ok with her; if I could just read her mind

just for a little while to play with her thoughts, daydream some impossibles and just maybe we’d be lost in time

with her strange, she rayed  envious desire from afar, sufficating her regrets in off and on tight grips

hoping so bad, her procrastinate days dripped slow drips, so that by her time alone she had already been missed

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