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The water bounces on the glass
a ripple in a pond of life
time fading from a future unknown
unwanted if present be blessed
not arriving soon enough
if present be damned
seconds fade in a mental purgatory that seems like hours
and days become eternities
when a blink lasts a lifetime.
One touch can linger
like a finger print underneath your skin
touching you in a way that feels untouched
but deeper than the impression of any hand.
One glance may create a door way
walk through
or
walk away
