©Tom Lane
the clock ticks by as i listen patiently
tick tock, spinning hands that drop the seconds
soon will be next
next will be gone
and then?
you.
quietly we sit enjoying the mindless banter
the words we share that meant so much
and now?
more, less, does it really matter...
its lovely when we get to make believe
and wish of wonders that may only be in the moments
right now.
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