Clocks Poem by Lana Karina

Clocks



We are always a little bit off-kilter.
Alone, I wait for you to find yourself home
From distant orbits.
Only to find
I have grown used to not needing you.
Timing is everything

Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: clocks
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