wanting
to wrench back
the hollow ticks
of the clock,
to see the
thin hour hand
spin backwards,
just so I can
feel your warm hand
slip into mine again,
to remember how it feels
to be grounded,
tethered to earth
instead of floating
into the dark abyss—
just for a minute
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Poetrypoems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that...
