Tick tick

Tick, tick,
she knocks at our door

tick, tick,
with wise eyes and wrinkled for

tick, tick,
I pack my bags
ready to run

tick, tick,
she is patient and poised
as a fairytale sun

tick, tick,
round thoughts run

tick, tick,
I forgot to say
something

tick, tick,
round my world
in a blink
of an eye

tick, tick,
and
goodbye.

 

 

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