Time

Time is a slow moving train

Gradually clicking away

Old and rickety

With a loved one

Waving from the caboose

She is all the dreams

That slipped away

With a ticket bought

And paid for 

By your empty eyes

One more star plucked from

Your skull

 

Maybe you will see 

That you and her

Were better off

As you are now

Maybe

 

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