the minutes pass, the hours
clawing the distant dawn,
awaiting your gaze, and all
i could remember was how
we both have appeared
in this time - and how
nothing could be more exact
and everything that breathes
is finite, i trace the thousand
sunrises and sunsets with
my discerning eyes,
knowing ultimately that none
of the mornings or evenings
past would compare.
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