Battery-less clock

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Time is said to heal all wounds, hourglass turned 180 degrees, last falling grain of sand.

Split second before it lands.

My thoughts on a transmission from waiting in vain to just..."waiting".

Booked docter appointments so I'm, just sitting writing...contemplating.

Thoughts circulating like the milky way, around the universe.

"Waiting" for the black hole, mines in the trunk of a black hearse.

I'm the pre-school student, class over at twelve, I'm here at the bus stop at fifteen:33.

"Waiting", for someone to come free me, from my misery, storms about to come, can't anyone fetch me?...

Rain blurring my vision, emotions too heavy, dropping my school bag, letting it crawl.

Only good thing being the unknowity of passer bys as my tears begin to fall.

And now I'm here, sent you a text "waiting" for the reply.

"No new messages", notification on my phone, /Wimpering Sigh/.

That was the time when we were "we", now it's just me and you.

I built up the confidence to try convince myself to forget you.

Saddly my construction was laid on quick-sand, slipping away dreams of building a castle...for you.

Where you are queen and I being more than a king but but your friend, your lover, your everything.

Hopes of I being yours and you being mine, buried underground in a unused mine.

I'm there, with my 3 matchsticks, candle light dinner..."waiting" for you...but you never arrived.

Eating my lonely dinner, cold stake, cold heart, only left to fantasise.

Visualy constricted by darkness, my love for you is like a faulty boomerang never coming back.

That was my all...now I'm just "waiting"...hoping you do come back.

TIll then I'll be here, aquiering hypothermia from the snow.

Through seasons, same reason got me internally bleeding, confusely over-thinking.

Falsely believing...but still believing.

Contemplating of never coming futures, in a fast life where everythings moving.

Away.

Like a monument or a statue, I'm trapped in the moment...just "waiting".