Running Out

Hallways are so much less comforting
when I have to stand on my tiptoes
just so my tears will reach your shoulder,
and clocks are much more violent
when sleep lingers in each of your kisses
which coax me back to calmness.
The morning's rising lights
stare us down, while the second hand
continues ticking as mechanics intended.
Hours are running out.
Your breath is running out.
My heart will soon run out of my chest
and into yours, fervently hoping
that we will beat in accordance
in spite of space and time.

Reviews

[Tenten]

I like this, the sense of urgency that slows and picks up while saying those things that get twisted when distance plays a part, it melds to the notions of needing and wanting and just being together.
Your first five lines are really powerful, it almost seems as though the last few lose that strength with and reach a more used point that staying with the powerful feelings occupied.
I still enjoy this, it reads wonderful, the sounds of the words melding.