I have discovered in weeks past
this simple question, perhaps task
How late am I?
Without another single word of print
through my mind it sprints
even when shopping this day.
So I sit here and struggle to contain
overlooked notes written along the way
to how late I am.
I found in older pictures a sunset
and realize so many of them passed me by
smelling like liquor in my bed
with one single question running through
my delusional head
How late am I?
A simple question can fall into a place
where fickle time cannot navigate
leaving one asking how late
am I.
🌷
Stunning sunset
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Beautiful comment 🌻
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