Stopping


Hands frantically reaching to hold on to something invisible.
Tick
Tock
The rhythmic sound of the clocks hand
A measurement
Not a second late, always the same,
Every single day,
One after the other,
It ticks
Continuously,
Not stopping for anyone

Thud

Thud
The inconsistent thudding of your heart
skips a beat
His cheeks go red, he looks my way and
my heart skips a beat
But one after the other
it beats,
continuously
sometimes, inconsistent
Hands frantically reaching to stop something invisible.
Time doesn't stop
But the Heart does.

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