Nine hours is a moment,
when it comes to time with you.
For every smile is a sunny day,
and every day is brand new.
I can't explain what you do to me,
or moreover, what I do to myself.
All I know is you've taken me
two times now, off the shelf.
This sadness and confusion
is part of why I'm here.
To live and learn, love and yearn,
in moments like New Year's.
And the mental notes that I take down
of a moment spent in your arms.
When all is right inside my world,
and I am safe from harm.
Add up to the book that's made of you
that I store in my memory.
So in times when I can't be with you,
I can take it down and read your story.
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