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-