3 years, one week
2.17.05
I made the clock.
I aid the ticking bomb,
fifteen seconds,
fourteen seconds,
the time goes on and on.
I watch you from my
window, inhale your
dioxide as mist on the glass.
3 years, one week
not a minute has passed.
Your house looks the same,
but the contents have changed,
changed the order of thoughts
that still slowly decay...
3 years, one week, thirteen hours to go.
I miss your vibrant shell,
but would I go back?
Hell
no.
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