The end of the day and the minute’s crash together, the hours fall like dominoes
Midnight rushes in to the vacuum, swallowing the waking hours
Just then, in that brief pause between chaos and silence
I add up the days
Sometimes the days stretched like elastic, appearing invincible
Laughter and friends walked hand in hand across time
Those are remembered like roses, full blown and eager
Precious as rubies, those days
Lately the days have weaved in and out, warp and weft of my life
Carrying news on the hours, cloaked in apprehension and fear
Everything in my world seems destined for change
A tapestry in darkest of hues
Cresting the minutes, biding the hour, here I find you, no one at last
My hand stretched in welcome, I bid you come in
Sit here beside me, lost in memory’s dark grasp
Together we’ll ride out the storm
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