I think I’m letting go of the unsettling past
with every tick and tock of the old clock, with each
sweet, precious moment spent with you. I’m holding fast
to rhythms, patterns, and things I’d deemed out of reach;
songs, sequences, and echoes promising much more
than dying haunts — the yellowing grass and spoilt mead.
I hope this lasts, and I don’t walk ennui’s cold shore
again with its monotonous tone and slow speed.
Once everything came crashing down and angst and pain
were all I knew. Uneven planes and eldritch screams
made sure I lost my sanity and peace lay slain
by fate’s hand with all my hopes, purposes, and dreams.
But day by day, time with you has its wonders and proves true
these thoughts that echo that I might just be in love with you.
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