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Time and it’s code

an overwhelming pressure

to hurry and finish things. 

I only wish to look inside. 

She’s everything to me,

it’s an acute ache

same time and place

each and every day. 

I wake and immediately

start to miss her. 

It’s terrible having hope

feelings can misread the room

her body is a chemical to me

a lock and key thing

we simply fit perfectly. 

Time and attention with her

it’s a pretty way for sure

to be inside for a while,

anyway, she’s my better way. 

Overwhelmed on the other side

my love sits soaking in her tub

for hours she goes over things. 

I can only imagine how

life must weigh 

on her soft shoulders. 

I hope I’ve made it here

in time to separate 

the things we keep

and all that other stuff

we need to throw away.