Six minutes’ difference

I ask no-one if they are noticed

As I notice them.

The distance

Is a nothing

But

Six minutes’ difference

Is a thing

I can almost

Touch.

If I could squash the time to zero

I would lay my fingertips on it

And breathe

In

And out

And in again,

And hold it

So that I would

No longer

Be

Starved.

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