Time

What is the time
when subjectivity
denotes its length?

As the tick tock of
the watch overheard
in distance,
I loath the length of time
in distance from you.

I guess time decides
to turn against us,
congested with you presence,
contracting without your presence.

I miss you.
Enough saying.

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