What does time mean
if you're not there?
When my teardrops leave their
tracks in the dust
and my heart tears when I look up
to see you're missing.
What is time, when I reach out across the bed, my hand grasping
at emptiness and I realize
you're missing
What is time, when I want to share
a thought or two
but keep them silent, hidden from you, because you're missing
What is time, when broken plans of our future lay like mosaic
pieces of a picture
Waiting to be glued back together
But your piece is missing.
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