Lost Time : by Ana Sophia and I

Collaboration ...

LOST TIME


It occurred to me as I sit here
Alone
In the dark
With just the ticking of the old clock

That I'm in love with you.

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I hear your stress from down the hall
Not yet having let go
Of the hard day's static
Your voice sizzles
Like rain on sidewalks I hear you

"Did you set the alarm for the morning?!"

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And with each tick that passes,
I wonder
How long it will take me to tell you
And how much time will pass

Lost

Never to be made up.

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"Of course I will!"
Unfolding with purposeful hands
Your side of the California king
Fluffing your pillows

Soft intentions trying to still you
From there

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Because we were both too foolish
To admit that we love
One another

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Tomorrow breaks with a panic
As dust on the old clock
Settles like snow from the cold of our silence

Forgot to set the alarm
And to wake with you
(In you)

That morning

When did we begin
To forget?

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Reviews

[Butch Decatoria]

IN Hellopoetry.com, this poem is edited and titled "left over" or RAPTURE... Come check it out.

[Butch Decatoria]

Oh btw don't mind that line in parentheses in you... It's not geared toward you, hope not to offend by placing a small innuendo... Thanks for being my muse... Inspiration is divination.

[Matching Socks]

Yeah, I know it's not for me. It's cool. Two separate stories, timelines... :)

[Butch Decatoria]

Oh I'm sorry... Maybe the Line by line new one will have a better thread or flow... But your poem did inspire me so thank you for that at least...

[Matching Socks]

Lol. No it's good! :)
Let's do another!

[Matching Socks]

It reads more like a song when it's structured this way. I can almost hear it.

[Butch Decatoria]

I hope I did it some justice. I think its great, and you're right, like a duet in separate rooms. Next one will be a bit more complicated and maybe even difficult on the fly... You're the conductor, first stanza belongs to you. Ance

[Matching Socks]

This one I can hear a soft melodic almost melancholy female verse, then the man's coming in a bit more conversational like a rap, but the when did we begin to forget sets a good start for a chorus. I think... Nice job, :)

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you, glad you like it, do as you wish with it, a song or a jazzy spoken word beatitude, whatever it is your poem after all...