tiny

here’s a thing, a lyrical thing

tiny

broken clocks to break my fall;
first place past, a losing second;
rain drops river round me
a dusty sailing back

if time wrote our stories,
we could never be late,
only tied by fate to futures
that drowned in debt

walk home on tomorrow’s path;
this housing’s empty, carry on,
pack around you all you love,
this strength beats weight

i only know these words and have no others,
and those stupid others think me word less

with you is some part of me,
a tiny map of where we went;
mark the way with new pins,
to make light of any blood

if time wrote our stories,
we could never be late,
only tied by fate to futures
that drowned in debt

the sun begins as moon,
throws us out and upwards,
forever drunk on laughter,
as she reasons to be free