Monday, 3 October 2022

a 3 a.m. draft post drinks and loneliness

We forget how mush distance there is between us
but i remember it like a headache
it's all i think about when my mind drifts apart

i'm stuck in a room with two clocks
each second ticks after the other
like the beating of a heart
it makes me tick

and a lock and key cannot help 
to stop their murmurings
and so the night marches
with the cold sifting into the world

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