Why is everyday the same day?
Sleepless nights
have become comatose days.
Hours drag by, sometimes they fly ...
time and date lose meaning.
A glance over my shoulder
could be sun or moon
and neither would bring surprise.
Perhaps time is not the variable
we should be concerned with.
Let's count in smiles,
or tally tears.
Imagine a world where we base the worth of our day-
on the sum our love.
It would feel like more.
Sensation, experience, emotion-
will number my days.
And it will make all the difference.
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