At midnight,
Your hands gently stroke my face,
My seconds and minutes
Turn into hours as your right hand-
Stretches over me.
The only sound,
The ticking of my heart-
Breathless!
My time is in your hands.
Stop for a moment
Right there, yes there…
On the dot,
Just in time.
My alarm screams out!
Just before sunrise.
Chevvy's diary 
Lovely. Thank you. 🌞 🌙
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😚Glad you enjoyed this
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Lovely poem. That is the love triangle of me, sleep, and my work schedule.
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Hey there – I hope 2016 is treating you well. Yes, that was a bit of fun write but also reflecting on having time on my hands since I’m out of work at the moment after many years or working.Hoping to control my work-life balance going forward. I hope you still have time for fun:-)
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Barely. I made time yesterday because I only worked for two hours yesterday.
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Keep the faith that the year will get better 🙂
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I know.
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