“Time”

Days, nights aren’t long enough for us to say “enough.”
As the clock ticks to the minute of my departure,
The journey to my new life,
I savor every second of the old,
Where you belong.
It’s times like these we wish our past could breathe a tiny bit longer,
That every minute could last a second more,
That even our imperfect pleasures,
(We fool ourselves),
Can exist again, just as before.

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