(Inspired by someone’s story. 🙂 )
You might be wondering what you can witness
in a short period of time.
Well, I have this sort of episode in my life
that makes me create a rhyme.
Inhale. Exhale. She’s there.
Just a meter away and she’s astounding.
I can hardly hear my heart beating..
She traps the air in my lungs, I no longer know how to breathe.
Breathe. I need to breathe.
But looking at those ebony eyes like depthless pools in moonlight,
I think I’ll be drown— and that’s fine.
To be drown might be another reason to live.
Live. I want to live in this very moment,
Where I can see the freckles in your face,
Where I can smell your hair with no haste.
I come to this point where I want to pause the scenes and delete the cuts.
Cut. The most hated part of this story.
Now you’re getting closer as if you’re an inch to hold me, as if you’re about to embrace my totality.
Then you hold a pair of hands—of someone else’s hands..
Once again, I tap myself, comforting my own shoulder, hanging there to linger.
Your ten seconds might be sipping your blackest coffee,
watching your favorite TV commercial or laughing at your friend’s joke.
But here’s mine.
With my bare sight, I witness her walking towards me.
In ten seconds, I see a future, a possibility, a chance to taste a lifetime…
But a sudden slap hits me hard, real hard.
Well yeah, she might be just a dream,
an illusion, a polaris I can’t even reach.
Time’s up! It’s done.
Another ten seconds has just gone by…