One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock came, but you never did. I sank deeper into the sofa groove and thought so much my brain hurt. When the line was finally crossed, from today on to tomorrow, I knew I had lost you. And, still, with the oncoming call of birds and workers, there was something that gave me hope. Maybe it was the sun, shining through the window, sending me to sleep, where I could dream about better things.
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