watches in a drawer,
some yours,
some hers, a few
strays left behind,
all still at it,
busy keeping time,
despite never being worn.
around the hands go,
ignored in their work.
clicking off the hours,
turning them into
days, then months,
no different are you.
or me it seems in
our labor.
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