Poemetry: A Day Less than Forever

We meet but once, by ringing chimes,

and part as the chimes strike fewer.

Our hands pass as the sands fall by

into the once-was-future.

Still, we meet but more and always,

as hours echo, Remember,

though minutes clack Til then‘s away,

restless for eternal ever

when at last we count the seconds

hand by hand with one another

and smile at the click of the clock,

as we tick and tock together.

And so shall come the end of time

before our love may be measured.

You may count me lost should I love

you a day less than forever.


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