when did they leave
or was it me
as happy as i am to know i can live without them
i miss them
i miss the me that was
i knew life like the back of my hand
we can spin back the hands of clocks
wasted revolutions
but time is not manipulated in such ways
time is a precocious child
who must be tricked and smooth-talked and deceived
into doing what we want
and even then
the best we can hope for
is small steps
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