Pre-Spring

It’s textured grey
not endless
despite how it feels

We lost track of the sun
in each other
the one consultable clock
blinking midnight
blinking noon

You smiled
when I told you
the power had gone out
smiled as you watched me
pull the plug
and in afterthought
pop it back in

A matter of time
till the clouds move on
happily not today

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