The Watch

If there is one thing I will at least do right and not miss, it will be death. When it comes to affairs of the heart, someone somewhere seems to continually fuck with the clock and it always ends in a missed opportunity. The following is a raw expression.

One Minute Too Late

She was here,
Smile bright as the flutter of a heart
burst in a rainbow upon a face.
Breathless I ran
past ache and limbs of acid
Stumbled and fell.
I became a ghost on the platform
Lost in the crowded double faced space,
the shadow of hands,
Swore never to run again.