{"id":388,"date":"2022-03-30T17:39:47","date_gmt":"2022-03-30T17:39:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/?p=388"},"modified":"2022-03-30T17:40:14","modified_gmt":"2022-03-30T17:40:14","slug":"however-long","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/however-long\/","title":{"rendered":"However Long"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Walking past the passersby<br>No one has a clue that I<br>have a dead man\u2019s watch inside<br>my right front pocket<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Crack a smile and nod along<br>all the while I keep on<br>slowly tracing fingers round<br>and I can\u2019t stop it<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Shouldn\u2019t really mean a thing<br>yet my mind is out here crafting<br>stupid fucking metaphors of<br>running out of time<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Guess it\u2019s like they always say:<br>soon as something goes away<br>everybody wishes they could<br>realize and rewind<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Windows open at the wheel<br>More than ever, now I feel<br>heavy from the watch inside<br>my right front pocket<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I slowly take it out<br>and drop it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Walking past the passersbyNo one has a clue that Ihave a dead man\u2019s watch insidemy right front pocket Crack a smile and nod alongall the while I keep onslowly tracing fingers roundand I can\u2019t stop it Shouldn\u2019t really mean a thingyet my mind is out here craftingstupid fucking metaphors ofrunning out of time Guess it\u2019s [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":241,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-388","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/388","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=388"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/388\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":389,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/388\/revisions\/389"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/241"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=388"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=388"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=388"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}