Whether it was tomorrow or had been before
(Or would be this minute)
I can’t say that it mattered
Since I am certain
Tenses change when I am with you
So you and I stay
With spaghetti hair and slouched backs
If we had been smokers, there’d have been
Gray strata hanging ruthlessly
Turning my vision to smudges
But we are not
Or I am not, and you might have been
But wouldn’t say, because I am (or have been or can be)
Disapproving
So as it were, you and I just stay
And you are leaning (ruthlessly) against a column
With last week’s shirt and nothing to do with your hands
Unimportant words drifted out of you
Words about change and movement
They would become languid boats
On the decks of which I could sprawl
Palms open to stagnant air
You will trace patterns in dust on the table
Before laying me there
Then rest your head in the crook of my elbow
We find shapes in the popcorn of the yellowed ceiling
And make up adventures for the shapes to have
Even if I weren’t or wouldn't be happy
I wouldn’t have wished for the ruthless time
Insisting, as it does, on moving
To go faster
Since you (curled against my side)
Seemed like enough
At the time
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