egg timer in the walls

i love our mice infested studio, our overfilled ashtrays, the smell of roasting pumpkin, of our soap, your musk on the sheets and your big flat feet. I love our love and backgammon games at 5am, midnight feasts, cold mornings, our dirty sheets that we made dirty, our cardboard curtain.

I miss everything altho I’m in it. An egg timer echoes through these walls. And I must go. and risk or stay and regret or go and regret or stay and risk regret. I love you and our broken doorbell but I hear the sea horn and must set sail.

but you make it tricky, tender my love.

Right now you are pulling pints down the pub and I am here writing and listening to these walls tick…
There is nothing else left to do but let the seconds march in. let them weave and sow and know that I love you. surrender to tomorrow’s hour
let it crash in with the tide.

Time will tell…it always does.

Time feels like forever and then is forever gone.