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Humpty's wife remembers

7 a.m.,

the timer dings.

Forgetting,

I reach for you.

The bed's

cool, smooth,

like your shell,

but oh so very flat.

I recall your sleek curve,

and curse horizontality.

I set the alarm early

so I can be out of the house

well before 7,

but I hear the ding
ding, ding,

that penetrating sound,

I hear it wherever I am,

it follows me,
it mocks me,

and I curse its punctuality.

And all through the day,

with every neigh

every call of watchful Guard

I recall the King's men

scrambling to your aid,

to no avail.

I'm done, you're done,

I have no appetite.

For whom doth the timer ding?

It dings for thee.

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