A Plan of Time

It's starting anew. The pull is slight, but a pull none the less. A former thought nudges and I'm left with a roll of string to communicate. Like in History Of Love they unroll the string and begin to depart speaking words of vibrating love. I looked in the magazine and saw my piece, saw my love and what I also saw was what it was, what it still is, and what I was doing to make it seem so false. I felt ashamed but kind, merciful, and noosed down. I've formulated my plan for time, when where and how, why and who, and I'm ready to begin waiting. What I really wonder is if my plan with conclude sooner or if it will never conclude at all.