Waste of Time
Pass me the needle and thread
and I will unpick
all these years
I have sewn into your life
and re-stitch them into mine
leaving you your freedom,
a life
without my stitches.
What will you do
with all this new space?
But it won't be yours,
it'll be wasted,
me-less
and uncelebrated.
Pass me the scissors
and the measuring tape
to make sure I leave only
a me-shaped gape
in your
Time.
22.01, Monday 8th January, 2007.
