Minutes
Scarce, yet never more sought after
Heart flutters as I hear her laughter
Her eyes, like puddles, so deep I could drown
Time frantically fleas, never again to be found
Fleeting and slipping through clenched fingers
In moments of joy, time never lingers
Ducking, dodging, never to return
The erratic tempo of their ways, never will we learn
Dragging their feet in sorrowful sands
With sinking hearts and empty hands
Each tick another prick, a thorn in the side
In the arid air, laid bare, with nowhere to hide
Love, Joy, and Loss
Each have their cost
Which can be measured,
In a matter,
Of MInutes
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