that clock

trapped in today
each moment thrusts itself in my face
bragging about its inevitability
and indifference

i glance the other way when i can
but that clock
is the loudest thing in the room
it never stops talking

it ticks and ticks and ticks
and keeps pushing me
farther and farther away
from when you were here

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