Stretch the day as languid cat
and elongated seconds yawn,
lethargic minutes dragging slow
till they achieve an hour to mourn.
Tick and tock and tick and tock
and breathing in and breathing out
and heart that beats in perfect time
another pulse defys life's doubt.
Sun has risen, sun has set and
earth has turned and moon has shone
and tides have ebbed and tides have flowed
and after all. . .you are still gone.
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