In the busy hour’s rest
Hurried like the city ended
In the early eyes that met
Colored a new morning and then . . .
Red light faces
Same old places
Pass the parties
Always starting
Is this the one that she wanted to know
Outside byes and hellos
Outside a life followed too
The moment turned as soon
As the afternoon towered over like the trees
Time passed in between 1 to 3
Take this day as it is, not what
You wanted
How we parted
Expectations filled in this pen
Written honest
Loud as echoes in rooms
Footsteps in hallways with you
Upstairs to get to the . . .
Same end of the day but right after you
Sat like partners before we had all the clues
Stood in the same frame out of each other’s view
Against the wall in a room saved just for us
A lie to be told, no more secrets left unknown
Only one way to see
A rest of an evening
Night escaping
Message waiting now with nothing to do
What else could I redo
It was all moving on, with or without you
Listen to your favorite song
Felt like such a fool
Was I right or just wrong
Too late or too soon
Staying here ‘fore it’s gone
I waited for this moment
Now words failing somehow like before
When I could just scream
The only voices at me
Counting to 1 to 3
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