Story Of An Hour

The clock is my closest friend

Time is my worst enemy

I fear when it passes

Dread when it stands still.

Can I not live

Within an hour?

How lovely would that be

To live only in an hour?

The first minutes would be loud

Full of the childish adventure

We crave.

The next

Silence

A break, bend

In the chaos.

Then the others would come

Friends, family

The cherished social interaction

All would leave but one

In a matter of minutes.

And love would swell

Just before the clock ran out

A flat wave of calm

Lavender thoughts

Until the very last second

When a child is born

And the hour begins

Anew.

 

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