Waiting…. watching….wondering…
Hourglass pouring grains of sand,
each like an ancient second hand.
A instance is an hour a second is a day,
but no one ever told me it would be this way.
Now I wonder if you were ever really there,
as into this blankness here I stare.
Maybe you just don’t exist, an enigma unseen,
if so I pray I never wake from this dream.

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