he drove home differently now.
her every message distracted him
her words warming his pocket
where he felt her heart and she felt his

the aggressive daily events of distraction
could not pry his eyes from her small hands
smaller than raindrops
yet out of sight

curious seconds ticked until
his monthly trip began
rushing for her waiting
he will stay sad for never

he never used to beg for time
now he wants another fucking hour
with her golden locks
her sweet voice
Her.

he drags his pain home
along with his love
her arm stretched across the world
every night for him

he allowed himself to be taken home
fighting himself through each turn
with her time is forever
he studies the clock

the rose used to rise up to see him
now he gently bends and turns
to meet it
before its bloom

he rests in the chair
and blankly watches the wall
it is not normal
his life is not normal*®️