Poem: the fifth day

Today’s the fifth day,
  should that be counted?

Today’s the fifth day.

There’s been …
well,
the words,
the counting,
the uncertainty,
the feelings,
  as in times past,
but at times,
those things,
that are contrary to that.

As time goes,
hopefully,
the days aren’t counted,
the well … lessens,
and those things,
increase.

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