My name-tag slides
into the time-clock, beeping
into eight hours more without you.
I flung such careless words
at you this morning
and I forgot to tell you,
I love you.
I will always love you.
You mean everything to me.
The minutes crawl like snails.
Purposely, slower and slower,
they mock my grim attempt
at working hard all day
to pick them all away
or salt them,
but eight more hours stand
between you and the words
I didn't say before I left.
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