‘million years’

it was a stare
of a million years
as in “not in…”
or “maybe… from now”
as though time were enough
an abstract of plenty
to hold onto
and take comfort in
it hung in the air
with a hummingbird hover
from which he’d never recover
as the hanging became heavy
a yoke
of no words spoken
and the million years stretched on…

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