cuddling girls say: "Look,

it's eleven : eleven!!"

But it's just a time.

and it doesn't say

how much i care about you

or if we're a wreck

and i've seen that time

many loveless times before.

when it was sadness.

when it was boredom.

I hate these moments

because digits on a clock

won't ever display

the fear and the hope

in every advance toward

safe connections, yet...

i hate the Ones that

remind me they're here daily.

arbitrarily.

we're all replaced here,

those digits are not my friends

and they're not special

unplug the damn clock.

there's no symbolism now.

i'm just really tired