three days of vacation

camphor like

just disappeared

leaving not a trace

except for the brief light

and lingering aroma

goals accomplished? nil

targets met? none

deadlines? who cares?

obstacles overcome? none

hurdles? why bother.

missions? impossible!

lazing around, unwinding

doing on the second day

what you did on the first

and planning to do on the third

nothing, for nothing 

matters!

remember the poetic lines

life is measured not

by the number of breaths

but by the moments that

take our breaths

away!

the three days

of nothingness

did just that

counting just the moments

spent with you

in your arms!

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