Waste of Time

Waste of Time

Pass me the needle and thread
and I will unpick
all these years
I have sewn into your life
and re-stitch them into mine
leaving you your freedom,
a life
without my stitches.

What will you do
with all this new space?
But it won't be yours,
it'll be wasted,
me-less
and uncelebrated.

Pass me the scissors
and the measuring tape
to make sure I leave only
a me-shaped gape
in your

Time.

22.01, Monday 8th January, 2007.