Windows to the Soul: Selected Poems


Tick

Our hearts

thrum in our chests

Tock

Counting down

the years,

months, weeks,

days,

hours

that we have left

Hourglass

You faded to sand

right there in my arms.

I let you run between my fingers and watch

as you trickle down to earth.

Needle in the thread

I’ve decided

to sew my lips shut.

I’m too afraid

that every time I open my mouth,

your name may come tumbling out;

that you will say hi, and that I will start to say I love you,

and won’t be able to stop.

I’ve decided

to sew my lips sh-


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