Four hundred thousand drops of rain <br />have fallen since I last blinked. <br />Seven clouds stretching from one town <br />to the other have eaten each other. <br />One magpie has spent the morning <br />bathing its wings in the house next <br />doors gutter, fourteen leaves have <br />fallen from the apple tree that hangs <br />over the wall like a tired drunk. <br />six times now has the red light on the <br />kettle flickered, once more than <br />clanging pipes inside the wall. <br />Not once has the phone chirped its <br />usual tune, not once has the sickness <br />inside my insides subsided. <br />I am counting numbered days <br />wanting just the one.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/counting-numbered-days/
