20:25

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i only have a minute
before the clock strikes 20:26

i'll spend 23 seconds staring at you—
just basking in the warmth of your face,
and the soft glow in your eyes.
i shall sigh in contentment
for the sight of you is enough;
it always has been.

eight seconds, asking you a question:
"will you let me hold your hand?"

even if it's for less than a minute,
even if it's just for 29 seconds,
i would like to feel the roughness of your palm—
your slender fingers intertwining with mine;
i would like to hold your hand.

when the clock strikes 20:26...
i shall let go

but the memory will etch itself into my mind,
claiming its rightful place—
as if it knew its spot
for it is meant to be there;
it always has been.

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