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The Watch

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.