Carriage Clock

I’m quite sure
I’ll think about you 
Every day
For the rest of my life.

Not all day
But every day.
That’s just the way
It is now.

This is a subtle fact.
It doesn’t change a thing.
You’ll just be there
In my thoughts.

Like a carriage clock
Chiming each hour.
A feature of the room,
Yet unassuming.

Time ticking
Hours passing
Every day
I’ll think of you.

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