Not This Time
They say time is no obstacle but the hands of our clocks never seem to meet.
I’m your 2:00 AM maybe and you my 10:00 PM sometimes.
I can’t seem to find space for us between your goals and mine.
We’re halfway to perhaps.
A quarter to the barrier of yes.
Sentences with full stops and question marks.
Lots of question marks.
Boundless in my wants and ignorant to my needs I continue exploring your depths, always at a distance.
But we’re destined for far away places that keep us far away.
Funny how those edges are easy to climb when you get the right season.
I've seen many a moon, so many “eternities” shoved into an allotment.
With you I tried leaning towards a yes, an absolute… but I’ve hit a juncture, and …..
our time has lapsed.