Stolen Moments

The clock ticks
inexorably towards
the the time that
we must part
Relentlessly moving
hands of my watch
tighten their grip
on my pleasure
turning it to pain
as I realise
you will soon leave
and I will again
count the seconds
till we can be
together

I have never
been good
with numbers
yet I know
exactly how
many minutes
must pass before
we meet next

(10,080, that's how many)

They add up
to one week apart
One week
full of minutes
I would give away
for free
if it could buy me
more hours with you

And yet
I wonder
sometimes
If I had
those hours
I want
so desperately
what would I do
with them

These treasured
moments
precious
because
they are
stolen from life
But if they became
life itself
would they lose
their lustre?


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