Tall telltales bid short goodbyes
A finite subset in black and white
Spy small specks of energy
Defiled by the tax of my taxonomy
Clear blue skies, chalk dusted roads
Rush traffic jams up the nodes
Eager eyes stare down the bright red lights
I play it back to myself
All the things you said
All the things you loved
All the things you dread
I'm no better at this
Four years in retreat
And nil to show for the effort
Sink or swim, it's up to you
I've spent days mulling don't's or do's
A little much to breathe as I create different timelines
Our little hands, they move as one