For over a year now
As I have stood, and waited
waited for the winters to run in
to the soft liberating rhythms
that travelled through summers
You never came.
I stood and mourned, chased away time
for timelessness was our refuge
as the past drew in dreams
But as I waited, the wilting clock
was finally tired
The dreams run through like bloodsports
chasing phantoms was over
It was time to be
It was time for us
It is not us now
The dream has breathed its last
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