Emancipation approximation
Three weeks or
Twenty-one days or
Five hundred
and four hours
off your back of bones,
is still too much
for the brain capacity
or heart stamina
of even a boy of wonders
Seven hundred
drops of tears
must be worth
the risk and chance
to be with you again
Nameless weeks
will pass,
days without
red will fade,
and the hours
will take forever
to end.
No more playbacks,
no butchered expectations,
no sudden mood shifts,
no ruined days,
and
no you.
I ‘m definitely
working out.
