Every Molasses Second

I'm met with a long day

That won't let go of my hand.

I tug, but there's no use

When I'm forced to savor

Every drop of every

Molasses second.

I'm waiting for a spill.

Tomorrow will be the same

And it smiles.

I smile back, gritting

My teeth. I would like

My hand ungrasped.

Until then, I'll let the day

Hold me but stillness

Won't be in my heart.