Poetry / For you with no time

in less time
it takes to transition
between longing and death
you can find yourself so fascinated
by the ribbon on your wrist
it makes you fall for all of her.
And in less time
than it takes for
the elderly man or woman
to realize
the pension worked fourty years
will be a dream laid off
he finds himself so love fascinated
by the ribbon on a girl
aged as his nonexisting grandchildren.
And in less time
than it takes to
tell the medical news of impending death
you can cure all this
with a whimper and a metal bang.