Tuesday, February 2, 2016

The Ticking Clock

Uneasily,
my feet guide me
                      towards the front of the room.

Swallowing hard,
my fears
             anxieties
the grief.

My eyes scan the crowd before me
and despite all that I feel
-I smile

My heart
heavy in my chest
while tears hide behind my eyes

"Andrew-"
Your name slips from between my lips

And somehow
Time passed on.

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