hands at 10 and 2
processing each moment of sunshine as it passes me by
like the blurring houses and signs, houses with signs
filling the cup of jubilant freedom from which I sip
the summer days slip like sand through my fingers
desperately I try to capture something beyond the bounds of containment
each drink of indulgent memory longer than the last
severing my presence in reality
I wish I could wear the feeling of unrestricted happiness
slip it on like a jacket
but all I’m left with are the faint ashes on my sweater
an extracted specimen of what used to burn
I reach out in the dark, but can’t catch the ghost I thought I sensed
everything around me spinning so fast until
Sharp red snaps me out of a day dream
Desperately trying to freeze time
warm days return to their keepsake box
drowned out as I turn up the radio
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