32 mins and counting,
Why did you mail me today,
was it vital to ask me this question,
Was there something you want me to say ?
Every day I try and forget you,
To bury your vioce in my head,
To snuff out pain and yerning,
to stomp it until it is dead,
But 36 mins and counting,
Your name burns a whole in my heart,
And though you say you dont miss me,
Once again, my worlds ripped apart,
48 mins I sat here,
49 mins I cried,
...an hour ago you mailed me,
and still I am bleeding inside,
Does your heart keep track of the mins,
Since the time you last heard from me to,
Do you feel like a clock, that chimes with regret,
For love that counts heartbeats for you.
