You are timeless.
I can hear the seconds ticking away, one after the other on my wrist,
my trusty Timex keeping me
as it always has.
But you are timeless.
The seconds my trusty Timex have been entrusted with
slip and melt and bend together,
the ticking narrating otherness.
But you,
you are timeless
and my heart races as it beats so slow
humming alongside my thoughts as they breeze by,
reaching through to the corners of the universe
but never stopping longer than to kiss me on the cheek.
Then they're off,
taking the ticking ticks with them,
strolling hand in hand beyond my reach.
You are timeless.
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