so if my conscience hadn’t died last Wednesday and there’d not been a funeral for
you to forget perhaps right about now I’d be
thinking about science, not you and being cold
if, last last week, I’d said I couldn’t I’d be
with you and dreaming of never being away,
curled up in quiet calm darkness watching stories
that will never happen
but wouldn’t it be nice if they did?
and if this Tuesday I don’t have to learn there’s
a possibility we’ll be (vocab word)ed again for being too there
too existential, warping space when all we want is time
if once upon a time four weeks ago someone else had
finished a conversation four hours from now well
we don’t know where we’d be
that map will not have been drawn yet but there are two sides to a coin and four coins in a dollar
(at least) so you never know—
somewhere else I snuck out and found you and
never left and I’m still
tangled warmly and calm, looking at last Thursday thinking of smiling
and science
(it’s a song right now) and twisting time ‘til next
next Friday when gravity works and it all begins again
and I can’t wait for Monday
if you’ll be there

if you'll be there

you'll be there