89 Days

Living on a flow chart,

Challenges pencilled in between,

I will love you passionately

For 89 days,

Then put you on a plane,

And send you away.


Counting cycle times again

Flowing past in charted seas,

I know the path, the rocky shores,

And the challenges that we see.

I will love you passionately,

But it can never be. 89 days.


You number your days in numberals

Not hours or moments

But a measurement of, I gotta be frees.

Time closing in, my time is done,

My welcome, out welcomed 

My job complete.


Gotta go, gotta go 

gotta go, gotta go


And I will love thee

Not 90

Not 91

But, 89 to the day.







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