Shelf Time

Such a delight it would be

to live a life by the sea

hear the ocean waves slap

soft the combed beach nearby.

~

In just the romance of time

we can transport ourselves

to a sunlit horizon bathed

in delicious blends of sound.

~

I walk with you

you walk with me

and together we seem

to be … somewhat, free.

~

Yet, while you were away

I came to terms with me

only to now understand

perhaps my shelf-time.

~

Glance outside the room

see them all stroll by

seems they haven’t a dime

of interest as layers grow

~

Oh what I might give

for a wrecking ball

right now, to hit

the side of my life

~

sends me helpless reeling

tossing about all hope

simply looking at the fall

the inevitable last shatter

~

Why there could be a day

when together again we

stroll along a sandy beach

thinking as one you and me.

~

Until that time I’ll dream

about the last shudder

of earth that is felt

when the whipping ball

~

strikes home.

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