I watch the hands

Of the clock

Slowly falling off,

As I ponder

Every life decision

Leading up

To this moment.

I see the mass of people

Who resemble tiny black dots.

They yell at me to stop

But I can no longer

Hear their wordless voices,

As the gush of winds

Enters my ears and

Fills my head with silence.

My clock has stopped ticking; I took my last breath.

It's curious how sadness

Fills the stomach faster

Than anything else.

It is the only thing that

Makes you feel full

When you are truly

Empty.

What I see

When I peer

Into the crystal ball

That is

My bed, when rising

My mirror, before makeup

My roots, uncolored

My hunger at 4:30pm

My exhaustion at 7:30pm

Is what can be-

Someday

Every day

An older me!

And so we found ourselves petrified of the morning to come

unable to sleep because that meant a new day

that we were not yet ready for.

So we pulled out pieces of hair

and played them like strings

on a violin

strung between

closed teeth

and two fingers

Counting seconds

and minutes

that were to valuable

to waste 

And there!

with the blink of an eye

you captured my bewildered soul

and I got lost

in the magnitude 

of recognition 

I found in your 

green green eyes

and wrinkly smile 

and all of a sudden

I were not misplaced

not anymore