A broken watch counts.
People, like seconds, pass by,
Their cogs misshapen.

Do not cry to me.
Your imagined slight hangs cold;
Leave it, forgotten.

In the restless waves—
Thundering. Constant. I hear
A tide calling me.

I hold my heart close.
You bestow no trust unearned.
We remain distant.

Hi, Mister Genie,
I have a little advice:
You’re worth more than us.

✨

A timely train ride,
With little pushing and shoves,
A good morning rush.

I stand, shy and still.
A roving glance strays my way.
Bright smiles exchange.

The clock counts down, quick!
Ready the table and drinks.
A party begins.

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