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Nov 2023
i feel unaccompanied.

sipping hot chocolate in every
cafe i've never been to,
holding back while you
sit back in absentia..

i've never heard a clock tick
so loudly
& so slowly . . .

t i c k . . . t o c k . . . t i c k . . . t o c k . .

he asks me how you're doing.
how little he knows.

t i c k . . . t o c k . . . t i c k . . . t o c k . .

you were the one that
didn't think i was too much
but never wanted me to be less.

t i c k . . . t o c k . . . t i c k . . . t o c k . .

it's sad that i have to look
for you when i need you,
though you're never around.

t i c k . . . t o c k . . . t i c k . . . t o c k . .

because when you need me,
you know i'm right where you left me.
DElizabeth
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