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1,2, 3,
I confess that I have this obsession
to clinging onto something, even long after it’s supposed to be over
Because of the ever-recurring what ifs
Persistent, lingering maybes
4, 5,
Just a little bit longer
6, 7,
Just for a little while.
8,
His voice haunts me, as I try to sense a little bit of chance
Maybe, just maybe, even just a weak gesture
How long have you been waiting?
Just a few more incidences, just a little while longer in this silence.

For how much longer will I still wait?

9,
Savoring every second left in the long overdue deadline I have set.
Vainly. Prolonged.
Deliberately, tirelessly, pathetically extended for years.

10,
Until when will I endure?

5,
Can you feel that? Can you hear that?
Listen to the aspirations in this sphere of silence I have long been in.
The silence I am still in. I chose to be in.
But, hear hear, slowly, the thuds are becoming--
becoming faint beats.
The screams to whispers,
Whispers to murmurs.
Murmurs to silence.
It seems that the longer I stay, the weaker my grasp, my clutch, my hold--
My hands are tired.
4,
Fainter and fainter, memory by memory until--
Wait, what was that again?
A little while more, I no longer know what I am holding on to
Much more, I do not even know even know why anymore
I look back and laugh at the wasted everything.
What’s left?

3,2,
Still there?

1.
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