I blink, and a year has already gone,
gone the way a coin drops through a grate.
I blink again, and we have always been here —
there was no time before you, love, before this weight.
An hour with you disappears too fast to hold.
The same hour, somehow, has no end I can find.
I don't understand how one clock can run
both out of road and out of time, at once, in my mind.
So let it go too fast. Let it never finish.
I only want both, greedy as that must sound —
a moment I can't catch, and a forever
that was already here before I turned around.
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