Some Future Tuesday

When from indigo
to grey
I asked would her love be guaranteed:
on some fictional Tuesday.
Her silence to me has given no assurances.
For in the
wrinkle of time
I will fall from what I cannot lose.
But how many our wondrous
moments
today?
Though salubrious to my eyes,
I err in counting.

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