#2,375 This hour is that common hour
This hour is that common hour
of solitude’s grip –
less chances
left in this day –
& every day – at
this hour –
to engage with other
ones –
no raw flesh at this hour
of these days to read looks –
no
faces over trite conversations –
I’ll brew a weak tea –
less night-
time rising & disturbances –
sip
as if pouting a kiss –
but no one
is here to receive or offer back –
I hate this commonest of hours