I have no time for heartbreak,
No time to softly
Contemplate
The friendly folds
Of a handkerchief,
Wrinkled in all the right
Places,
To look just like
Your eyes,
When you laugh.
No time to drive,
Nowhere,
In the rain,
Just to see
The wipers work,
Like metal eyelashes,
Callously sweeping away
The sky's sorrow.
No time for heartbreak.
No time to love anew.
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