I hate my watch.
It reminds me of
the minutes, hours
and days since I
last saw you,
heard your voice,
held your hand,
touched your lips,
felt my heart,
took a breath
I hate my watch.
It used to count
the minutes, hours
and days until
our next meeting
our next meal
our next laugh
our next kiss
our next shared
memory
I hate my watch
and I hate each
minute, hour
and day that
keeps us apart.