London Poem: Day 360

12 August

Such a small amount of time,
Dripping from tiny little clocks
That forgot they had such power.
The here and in between seems far
When it is clear that soon,
Neither one will possess you.
You are in thin light,
Dying quietly, and with the day,
The night too will have its turn,
And all that will be left to say is:
I never had enough time,
To say I love you.

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