i should have known
this self-fulfilling prophecy
i could never dream of stopping
days like this are desolate and
cold. my tongue cannot connect
to the stem behind my neck.this does not compute.
the world is moving, shifting,
bustling
beneath my feet but
i cannot feel anything except
for the pulsing of my heart
my blood
the clock ticks
my heart is a clock.
it stopped only for him.
******
I know that feeling. When your world goes silent and still calm when he enters. It’s like a spring breeze. The first breath of fresh air after stepping out of a stuffy office you have been stuck hours in. And everything in your mind from the fight you just had with your parents to the countless errands you need to take care of - they all go silent. You can no longer hear the car honks and crazy cursing drivers on the street just a few stories below you. The world and everything that you know of ceases for a moment, for an entire moment, and in that moment it feels like eternity, like this feeling will never end, there is no end….
But there is an end. And usually it comes fast and hits hard. And then I feel like the poem, just like the poem.
