seven

seven days past,
and it could’ve been a hundred or an hour, i wouldn’t know.
the sun is moving around me, stationary and formless,
soulless, flesh without thought.
just an animal now, an animal weak and left behind,
dying and waiting to be prey.

seven weeks since,
and i couldn’t feel the desire to be anywhere else
but right there where i was in her arms.
there’s no path to the stars, no road on the earth
that doesn’t lead me back there.
beside her, beside you.

seven years gone.
but they’re all still here,
and they’re all that i have.
burrowing deeper into the dirt in my lungs that i feel forming
feeding and growing rot and suffering.
time keeps moving for some, but not for me.

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