The clock ticks louder in the emptiness,
each second a reminder of what we lack,
the warmth of a touch, the spark of a glance,
lost in the chaos of a love that dances
on the edge of despair.
call it whatever you call it,
this ache that fills the void,
the yearning that pulls us closer
and pushes us away,
like waves crashing on a shore
that never seems to stay.
It shouldn’t matter like this,
except the way your laughter
echoes in the chambers of my mind,
a fleeting melody that haunts me,
a bittersweet reminder of the moments
we let slip through our fingers,
like sand in an hourglass,
slowing down the inevitable.
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