I see simultaneous chatter.
I hear that cloud ☁️ pacing behind.

Crickets remind me
shimmering crystals of loneliness,
each falling in a woeful defeat.
One,
after one, after one,
after one, after one. After
two days, I realize my clock is
one hour late.
Perhaps why these
inanimate hands
can no longer repair
hour disjointed Fate.
Energy musters,
I walk
amongst each cluster,
and that cursed cloud ☁️ continues
to match my every movement.
I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever
lose it.

//

Such a sudden presence,
relieves any essence
of sorrow. Your being is precious. And
when I left, this all began to make
some sort of sense.
But when you left,
I immediately felt my mind
begin to mince.
And this
disfigured depression
I
find
times
your simple utterance
freeing me from this bind,
forms a rare product to my
eye. I
guess I've been blind,
all these years
without you in my view.
If I only knew...