Many dread the difference time draws
in a day trying to hear careless passing
as it treats each moment like the next
just another happening no longer lasting
only a second, a minute, an hour, a life-
time behind your mind suspended inevitably
encrypted: fragments cast into the turning
tides of the sea where uncertain is recovery
grasping severed pieces being stolen away
Oh time what use have you but for us to forget
and so you are forever indifferent to all
the pining and pounding as we dare to salvage
our wants in ifs, for this is
what I mean
when I miss.
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