In the 3 minutes and 14 seconds
that this song lasts
I went back and forth in time
3 and 14 times
respectively.

Safely seated in the bus
I pointed my chin forward,
let past and future unfurl,
let go
back first.

Paris and its wild lights / trajectories I couldn’t grasp / too high on my bike / and his blurry picture / before me

rays of light, laughs / did we roll on the grass / trying to pick up a friend / fallen apple too full of juice? / yes we did

and did I make a wish / meaningful and dear / while everyone was away / except me and / a shooting star?

She says, « but there was not
enough space for you /
I couldn’t find any place
for you / now it’s too late »;
is it ever?

I let go
and forth,
into this life
and the next

This form is already souvenirs,
the rest comes in flashes
on a bumpy ride:

bodies curled in fallen leaves, crying / tears to come

I, chasing a rush of stars / through loud sound

« everything will be alright », your voice / fading soft

your kiss again, and its apple taste / city to go

tea scents

dog spirit

dismembering

snow bed

rose drops;

sugar rush

head massage

bass pumping

seasons’ descent

blood dripping.

Time flies
but I make space for all lives
I could and could not have,
I will and will not have,
all the same

words fly
leave whiter holes
perfect

In 3 minutes and 14 seconds
I have found a place for this
one thing
that’s all

* Here is the song I am talking about : Too Late, by Ariane Moffatt. *
* Oh, and I missed dVerse Poets yesterday, but I used their prompt anyway. *