50 plus

Unfinished business

Was my ticket

To a long line

Of loosening my grip

Used

Both of us

Used

I never bought into any sense of self

You'd think

After how much I had to say

I'd have believed something

Trusted something enough

To

Whatever it is you do

When you have faith

I miss ticking clocks

The digital watch

Doesn't quantify the weight

(The wait)

Quite the same

Speed of time and space

Solidified in a little

Clicking

Line

And that's the short of it

But we know I've got words to spare

But not nearly enough

Whatever it is you need

To accomplish something