Three
The darkness lingered.
Three weeks, since the cataclysm.
Three weeks of absent light.
Three days since we've had meat.
Three days since the cat meowed.
I swear, I shed a tear or two.
Three hours, since my boy saw his cart.
Wooden cart or blue fingers.
It's just so cold. Very cold.
Three minutes, since the fire died.
He slept with a star filled lullaby.
I felt relieved by his silence.
At least I'm sure he's not alone.
Three seconds... two.. one.
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