As You Leave
As he walks out of the door
My eyes are dark nimbus clouds
They drip what rolls down my cheeks.
He knows me
Stops at the threshold
Looks back at me
As I try to imbibe
The tears in my eyes.
He says;
"It won't be long
Soon the hour hand will point at twelve again."
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