my left, the minutes
my right, the hours
me the timepiece
herding your untamed days
into stables.
into measurements
nontransferable.
keeping your day
assuredly daytime,
your night
intact as night.
after I left
I saw you slept
through every meal,
the night before spent
dressing for a day
two days away.
confused about
time without hands,
without a face.
awake at 3am
answering your calls
with the acquired patience
of surrender
recognizing that
a clock can tell time
but it doesn't get to
keep it for itself.
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