The minutes slow down to impossible immobile stretches of time. The day yawning me open. 5pm won't rush to me. The factory now sounds like organised noise. The steam a timely reminder to rest my nerves.
As the day ends me and the sun sets, I look forward to the drive back to my house. A warm light graces the edges of my living room. Neon when she has been dancing. She glows like the warmest sight.
Amen to this and that. To forever and some more.
When the edges of time begin their descent, we shall not recognise the love we have here. Only feeling for our heavenly goodness. But we have this day, this planet,our home.
The door opens and she hears my legs. Walks to me and shares her empathy with me. When she lays my head down on her laps, I can feel it through her fingers that she loves me. The woman of my love life.
Infinity may fall short inside my conceptualised imagined visions of our love. I want more.
Yet the ceiling drips non stop. The foreman yells without end. I teach new people without stopping. My smile is kept for me away from this place. A breaking back I would bend again. Anything to hear my wedding song again. Under tree or oath, I chose only my famous soul. Sweet baby, honey and melon.
2022 was designed by the forgiver. He says it time for happiness to unfold inside our limbs. The presidents change, the planet ages, my hair kinks but our love; It remains the same.
The end.
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