funny how time wasted flies by
gone without a trace
entire afternoons evaporate
puddles in the glaring heat of time
don’t blink!
but time wasting away
it crawls
like wishing for sleep to overtake you
before Christmas morning
or anticipating
in those few seconds before her lips meet yours
and then even those moments are
gone
a blur
having passed far too quickly
while painfully dragging by you at the moment
taunting your memory in misperception
love, somehow
transcending time itself
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