We are seduced
by sand, promising time,
enthralled by
each other, yet unsure of
how
long we will have left together, I'm
uncertain. Time
plays us for fools in love.
When seconds
stretch too far for us, akin
to hours,
gifting minutes, time to tell you
of the shatter glass that ruptures my skin,
when
you pack yourself away, ready to
turn
the glass back over. Start time again.
Count
minutes on your journey back, for me.
Constraints
broken, no obligation, when
you
have been released from my cage, breathe free.
But
say you’ll miss me even so, I will
return the
thought, when I have time to kill.
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