When

Between the here and now
and the there and then,
“when” lingers without answers,
each moment a question.

Supposition is a needle
threading its way
through the minutes
of our days.

We will finish the day,
tie the knot,
store the needle,
until morning comes,
never knowing when the thread
will break.




Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-06-01 at 20:02

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