You were late for work. I wanted to explain about time, but there wasn’t any. We’ve given the streets names. Even the stars are numbered. Yet the distance never seems to close. Moving just so, endless departure sustains us. You wear no watch. I see no calendar on your wall. Yet given the hour of my birth you say you understand me. When I left you were crying. Your tears had a certain direction. It’s three hours later, your sorrow the bridge I’ve walked across this swollen river of a morning. Perhaps you’re smiling now.
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