Kiwi's before bed

Kiwis before bed and I’m somewhere else
Other than at a half lit desk on a Wednesday
Other than in March
The month of suspense
Smacks of jolly ranchers and the blacktop in third grade
Before it got bad
Perfectly happy to form an exotic circle of black seeds
No doubt contemplated the hurry of an apple, the rush of a grape
It wasn’t always like this nor was it always sad
Licking of wounds only every other second
Darting flickers of a childhood reel without any power
Without someone to feel
Their hands or their breath to say it’s ok
Kiwis and I’m stuck here and still there
Digging and plotting finding forget
But it’s March and I’m passing the time
It’s March and I’m not there yet