“Help me now and I’ll fix it, do not be afraid, listen closely, you must hear my secret.”

There once was a time when all I wanted was for you to be mine.
These things strewn on your desk are talismans in which I store my gratitude, the keys
mail and the collection notices that would chain
time, all those blank days separating the minutes we could steal.

I hear the coin rolling across the floor as
I dig and scrape the earth, and not with ease.

I breathe it in, as much as I can hold.

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