When did I lose my grace
the wedge of time
when I wanted to yell
but didn’t
when I wanted to mute
your crying
but found my own
silence instead
when did I arrive here
on these plains
of exasperation
where was my future self
reminding me
the day is not so far away
when I will ache for this
but instead I lay there
wondering
counting
how much longer
until I was free.