not enough time
god it's going by too fast
can't count the days
count the weeks instead.

years pass as you complaisantly count
too busy worrying about wasted time
to do anything
worth living for.

the impact
words said quietly
emotion deafening

the aftermath
the explosion was violent
knocking me off my feet

the reflection
lying in bed
hearing impaired

the healing
heart impaired
head impaired

the result
shorter hair
sharper kindness

the apology
no thanks
i'm fine without you

my dear,
can i call you that?
it's not applicable, but carries weight
our fingertips no longer touch
our mouths no longer smile
too full of vows left unsaid

let me say them now
i loved you
i loved you and i felt trapped by you
not by a fault of yours
the desert was calling
i could not resist

you know how i am
forever chasing the sun
i think i may have gotten too close
the wax on my wings is burning
bringing you down with me
sorry

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