spinning

fig. wave goodbye by Fran Rodriguez

Half past ten and 

Im watching the grandfather clock tick
Im in the lab and 

Im watching the pendulum swing

In the car, 

I watch the windshield wiper go
All of these things, 

they remind me of your hand waving a soft 

goodbye

I envision your the small of your back 
turning away from me,
leaving way before your time

I think of the earth
and how it spins
turning away from the sun

except

it turns back around every time
you never do.