The days stretch longer and longer.
Once again I must endure this maddening deprivation of her presence.
The spinning clock
The swaying pendulum
As time passes by ever so slowly
"I'll see you soon," she claimed
But how soon is that?
I count the seconds and minutes and hours and days and weeks and years and millenia and
It starts again
The empty clockface spins without any regard for time
Slowly, I forget the warmth of her skin
The softness of her chest
The kindness of her voice
The glint of her eyes
But I still remember her loving smile
And the gentle touch of her lips against mine
It replays again
And again
And again
Of her departure and arrival
"Did you miss me?" she will say
"Of course I did," I responded
But she is confused, because she did not ask me yet

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