![]() time isA Poem by kicksziuziu![]() missing this![]() We sit in the stairwell of a moonlit mall though the mind drifts, ebbing on the faint wave of a drink from 5 hours past. A certain purity in the silence, this time, save for the murmur of two hearts, and two hands, intertwined. Time never seemed so evil, yet now it is the call from your mother too long past your curfew- your sense of seven hours was left on the pillow next to his. Time is what makes the elevator come too quick, what will erode the memory of the way his sleepy grin looks like, as he says goodbye from the doorway of his flat. Time is what drags you from his quivering lip, his wet cheek, at last, and into the taxi. It’s the 3-digit number you check daily on your phone- a quiet reminder of when he’ll be home. So come back down to earth, bury your face a little deeper into his chest, hold onto this moment a little tighter, lest you ever forget how precious time is. © 2016 kicksziuziu |
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Added on August 30, 2016 Last Updated on August 30, 2016 Author
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