Time Stealers

Satellite

How many times you've walked this road
Looked up at that moon
Cursed moon
Thinking
Maybe
No

Felt your heart spill as a box of rocks
Toppled and strewn about
Left behind
Geologists'
Curiosity
Gone

time

will

tell the tale of how you would stack these rocks

whether in rows or rings or to reach the starlight

it may not be for me to know

behind me is water

a half-written life

arms reaching ahead

and north

an imperfect I love you flies from my hand

with a tail as long

time