I know it's wrong
to ask you this
every night,
but my tongue
is not my own
and my skin crawls
watching the clock
we set together
wind down.
Our limbs and tongues tie,
I'm driving this home tonight.
We used to find answers
in each other's arms,
a common pulse
beating back time.
Now we find ourselves
stuck in the give and take
of time spent apart.
And now we find ourselves
in different time zones,
worlds apart.
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