6

The minute of intervals slowly moving,
Steadying itself on the quiet solitude of waiting,
How I watch those intervals,
With eyes discreet,
With eyes open,
My retinas glisten to the echo of the clock’s wail as it
Marks time, again and again.
How I steady myself to the clock, as if it were my life,
My life that had permitted me to find myself amongst yours,
My life that I wondered what I had been doing all this time,
Since you were absent.
Since you are present.
There are eight days since your leaving,
They will come in sets,
There will always be eight days when I am without you,
But the death of day and the birth of night,
Always makes time run together,
Since you were absent from me at one time,
Since you are present with me to all time,
Since you were absent,
I have steadied myself