She took her wings and ran
with a diamond in one ear
and another lost in her makeup kit.
I smoked a cigarette
as if I were Joe Friday
and wondered if three weeks
in her life made any difference,
difference being the answer to division,
and indifference, her way of showing it.
She fell in and out of my tumultuous dreams
disregarding the laws of science
and flew out of reach
I discovered the meaning of time,
that time is relative, relatively short,
and wasted time catches up to you.
