Three days!
Three days become four, become a week, a month
How long will you make me wait?
“They also serve who only stand and wait”
And waiting has its own harvest
But the days slip like sand through my fingers
Am I greedy wanting more? More of you than memory
Like grit under my fingernails
My heart beats
The clock ticks
Sand falls
Hearts beat
clocks tick
sand falls
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