On the Dash,
a digital clock tells him it's been 51 hours.



The trip meter stopped long ago
at three digits and a decimal;
all consecutive 9's.



And his heart,
his heart tells him it's been too long.


Each beat devoid of significance.







For she is not here;

I am temporarily incomplete.








I remember this feeling,
all too well.






But those days are gone,
forever.






Time without her.



Time without purpose.

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