1:11

whatsoever the hour
i've forgotten
it is calm
time is relinquished from her assignment

i am surmounted by sadness
as i don't see time
and i don't see you
and my reflection, it's changing

and the brevity of moments
in which that occurred
begs me bothersome

are your cheeks stained with tears, like mine?

you lay your face,
sticky from the day’s tribulations,
in my hand
your eyes happened on my face
so many times in that moment
it felt like days
that we lay there
with your eyes attempting
articulation
and my mouth,
it perched on time
hanging open like a fool
and now
now i am mournful
at our silence