Stuck Aboard Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Time remains but a devil in itself.
Whom was I to think of it as such release.
I saw myself in thine eyes.
I began to feel myself breathe
In those eyes that shadow the moon.
On this night To myself I built a craft made of paper clips.
The first thing my eyes caught a glimpse of due to the idea comming to me in an office supply store.
Slowly but steadly. I built this craft of paper clips.
That On the Twenty-Seventh of next month.
I'd make plans to take a flight there.
To this land of her.
Damn my calculations as I put little to no thought into this. before I was done this craft became too heavy.
I made it into a cresent. Madly throwing and connecting paper clips To rock softly into the wind.
Swaying just as she.
Still. The whole idea became a waste of time.
No matter how much of them I threw away to make the craft lighter.
Alast.
The Twenty-Seventh came.
I sat there to myself watching the moon mock me with its cresent.
Smiling.
As I sat there with an now empty wallet and a pile of paper clips.
I couldn't help but sit back and return the smile