the only think i can count on
is time
and even time conspires against me

funny how an infantry of seconds
can lodge itself between then

making yesterday
seem like yesteryear
and as if tomorrow
will never arrive

his promises remain
on the tip of my memory
constantly beckoning me
into his grasp

but my faith hasn’t healed just yet
and i believe these scars
will prove evidence enough
to the local authorities
and he will be captured
before the night’s end

© 1979 Daria Johnson. All Rights Reserved.


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