Minute

They say that a minute

In a lover’s embrace

Passes like a second

A heartbeat might outpace.

They say that a minute,

With your finger to the flame

Is like days and hours passing

As you’re only feeling pain.

I say now that a minute

Feels like many years combined

When on the phone you hear a voice

Saying you’re next in line.

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