I Know Time Will Tell
I know time will tell
the truth about an unrequited love
and why it is so rude
and why it has one dimension
and why it is still on your skin
after too many candle-lit bubble baths
and why it works so hard to
tear down one half of your body
like you just don’t need
everything that was already there.
Until then it is a waiting game
for every bit of 1,000 years, I’m sure.
For now I will surf
bound up against this wall of defeat
that wears the thrill of you like
an ugly wallpaper.