That clock is not working, as always,
A paper pasted on its face
The same faces litter the library
The same voices call out in place.
I too go about my business as usual
Hammering at the keyboard
Downing coffee and conversation
And forget that you are dead.
Except now and then a shadow falls
Someones passes and I look up on cue
For from the corner of my eye
I cannot help but think it’s you.
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