I Counted Minutes,
Moments,
Hours, Days, Sheep.
And I counted some more,
They said time would heal.
Everything.

So I Cleaned out my closets,
And Burned the secrets I used to keep.
You left so I burned.
Everything.

I ripped every thread,
Of that sweater that had your scent.
Taking out, Still counting,
One thread at a time,
And It hurt, but I'm sorry, beloved,
There was no other way.

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Then I considered praying.

So I prayed.. And Prayed.. And Prayed,
They said prayers,
Would heal.
Everything.
.

I prayed Till My Prayer mat split.
But this Memory Stubborn Still,
In it Your Face Glowed Still,
Brighter than Day.
.
Every flashing moment,
On Repeated Replay,
Like that time in the movies,
You with that drink,
Me with my jokes
When you fell right over,
Staining my shirt, with Coke
And my Soul with your Laugh.

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But I could yank every thread,
Seal every crevice,
Of every cloth and Moment you touched,
.
But,
.
Tell me how,
Do I Yank out your smile,
Out of my mind,
.
Tell me how,
Do I seal this crevice,
Deep in my heart.
That you carved,
With no knife.
But with rhythms and rhymes
√

For all I do is shout and Curse,
That I shall not stay prisoner,
To A Love that never Stayed.
.
But all I see,
Is myself still Bound,
By your Eyes and these Chains.

√
So now I count Minutes,
Moments and Days.
.
And I'll count some more,
They say Time,
Heals Everything.

Maybe I'll pray again,
Weeping but Distracted.
Yanking threads of this sweater Still,
Hoping that tomorrow,
Brings me better Days.

Till then I'll keep counting Minutes,
Moments, Days,
When I'm awake,
And Maybe,
If my Guard is down,
And my mind away,

I could count all the moments,
That you smiled.
In the most beautiful of ways.

Π
For however I sleep,
However I wake.
Enslaved I am still,
Your voice never fades.
However I live,
Whatever I say,
Enslaved I am still,
To that Face.
That face brighter than Day.

(M.Z)