Jun 28 2011
The Clock
Another gulp of air, breath by breath.
Pep talk.
You can do this.
I never saw this coming, we’re done.
Glance at my phone
Tick
Glance at my phone
Tock
The hours pass as I look at the clock.
Restless to hear his voice.
Busy fingers unknowingly dial his number.
Stop!
Anxiety sets in
Inner chaos erupts
Tick, tock
Look at the clock.
Tears fall, my face a mess
My heart rabid, on fire
It bangs in my chest.
Silence. Quiet. Still.
Tick. Tock.
i really like this
think the title wouldve been cooler as “Tick Tock”
but overall, awesum :p
Thanks. 🙂
I’m sorry about your loss.
I like how you say “busy fingers knowingly dial his number”… I hate that!
Gosh… break ups.
when he leaves he takes so mush of you with him, does he know?
I’m incomplete. 🙁
Lovely words. You spoke to me. :sick: