That was the fastest hour
I’ve ever seen.
There should be more
minutes for you and I
because sixty is too short
We race the clock every night,
but it seems to run slower
when I have nothing to say.
I only smile at the sound of silence
when it takes us both into it’s arms.
I told you, I keep my word,
even if it makes me look cold.
I wish you weren’t sad.
I hope you know I am.
You told me, it was a secret.
I’ll tell you what I wished for
when the clock displayed 11:11,
and end to days like these.
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