On that day,
the heavens split in silence,
and from the void descended a clock,
not of metal, not of clay,
but of time’s very flesh,
beating between us
like a heart slowly fading.
I looked upon it without fear,
because I knew;
endings do not arrive with cries,
but with a silence
that weighs heavier
than any unspoken word.
You were fire,
and I, merely a candle burning.
I...
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