Three Minutes
That’s how long you stood in front of me.
Enough to change the directory of my day.
“Who the fuck wears orange?”
Knight in shining armor
do you want me to save you?
You know you owe me…
Riddle me this,
how does three months of you and I
turn into three minutes of pure torture?
You and three friends
Me and three co-workers
three hours of hearts beating outside my chest.
Honey, if I told you,
I never want to see you again,
would you find me one more time?
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You do a wonderful job of building and holding tension in this poem. I can really feel the space between the speaker and the “you”
Perfect form for this poem that packs a punch!
So much story and saltiness are in the first two stanzas, especially.
Great!
Keep wearing orange! I know I’m always adding more orange to my own wardrobe (solidarity from NJ!)