I realized,
There were not enough
Hours in the day;
On the one I met you,
On that fateful date
Time became
Sentient; aware; alive,
Became
The devil I cursed
When you were not around,
Drugged me when you were
So I couldn't savor every minute,
And when you were away
All the cuckoo birds
Sang their piercing
Tune; echoes of which
Lingered in my head,
Magnifying every plop
Of every grain of sand
From the hourglass,
Ticking little enemies
Marching in unison
Against the beating
Of my lonely heart...
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