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Now is not the time...
by Aaron HowardYouve been scraping back through my mind again
Like a revisit from a virus that youve grown comfortable with
Ive got all these thoughts, but dont know where to begin..
And Im tired of seeing you past like a ghost on the graveyard shift
You filled my life with sweetness and sour, like my favorite Chinese restaurant
A glimpse into everything that could complete my little hole called home
As I work through another night, in my isles you wander and haunt
Searching for something.. but always walking out the door alone
Stumbling footfalls and tripping tongues over last nights overdose
And no matter how hard I try, I cant even get close
You smile as your hand slips like fresh silk from mine
But I guess when it comes down to it
Now is not the time
09/30/2003 Author's Note: I wrote this thinking about how people pass by the convience store clerks eyes everynight... and we never take the time to get to know each other...
wrote it in like a minute..
Posted on 09/30/2003
Copyright © 2025 Aaron Howard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Brookes on 09/30/03 at 08:59 PM Lovely. So detatched and remote. A real comment on our estranged nature.... Or something. Great read. Great imagery, loved the first stanza |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/30/03 at 09:12 PM I've often wondered about those people you pass at night. I guess I am guilty of not getting to know them, too. Great observations. |
| Posted by Deanna M Gritsonis on 10/02/03 at 04:41 AM I would like to stress, I am friends with the dudes that work at the BP where I buy my cancer on a weekly basis, also with my coffee. |
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