Not a Battery

not a battery

don’t know what we have left

 

like you,

a few clocks set:

your eyes, drained,

run out of feelings

 

like me,

not batteries:

tho charged and reeling,

we can’t help feeling wet

 

a bit longer—

can’t last tho—no

 

you are who I hope

to be holding soon tho—

 

before,

 

like a battery,

we slowly

run out

of juice.

 

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