If People Were Hours



If people were hours,
I would be midnight—
amounting to 7 sins and 5 days without sleep.
I am the fracture separating yesterday and tomorrow,
the 60 minutes you’re afraid to look in the mirror,
a clean slate quickly tainted.
I am the darkness you still fear,
though no one rushes to your side with milky kisses.
If people were hours, I would be midnight.
I am the future you will not have
 and the past you wish you hadn’t.


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