Quick do you hear it?
Do you hear that ticking sound?
Open up your chest and reach beyond the pound
Can you feel it?
Can you feel that ticking now?
You are running out of time, will you die now?

Tick, Tick, Tick.
Does that change anything now?
Are you still there?
Even after the sound?
Don’t let it stop, you can’t
But it wants to stop,
Will you let it?

finding companionship
in poetic form

the evening song of the Blackbird
seems to almost say it all.

right now there is a storm of sun
no sound in sight
cats are asleep
lips pale and pursed

and if one day
you decide to stop calling
i’ll still be leaving my phone
with the sound on
for the night

So many things that
Words can never say
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Too many words that
Just get in the way
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