22. Jan. 1996
She doesn't have time to write
Him so far away.
The telephone calls added up.
She balanced the check book.
Not much left after Christmas and credit card payments.
Direct deposit goes the money he earned.
United States Army Private Nobody.
What the heck,
He was just training for Bosnia.
"No time.." though.
She sends a card she bought a month or so
Ago for, obviously, someone else --
A cute Teddy-bear --
Just what he needed to help him pull through.
"No time to write, gotta' go."
He felt guilty.
She let him know that he had not written her
For the previous two weeks.
If she did something that made him upset and
Feel so alone,
It was always because he had done it first.
She was always sure to remind him of that.
Where does it end?
In this case, death, and a life insurance policy.
O he loved her so.
Plenty of time.
|“No Time“ Alex Nuttall - 22. Jan. 1996|
Description:Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: No Time, Original Date: 19960122 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170904.
He was feeling sorry for himself when he was at Fort Sill OK. He had already been through Basic Training. He witnessed the birth of his daughter over Christmas. He was feeling sorry for himself. Helpless in the clutches of murderous time.
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