To feel timing

10450304_10152187959482006_8720297365515043867_oI knew his eyes. His little wrinkles around them. His lips. That line below them.

The eyes were closed. The mouth was shut. He stood silent. Relentless.

I was waiting for thy thoughts, flowing clockwards, upwards and in between. I was waiting for thy soul to breathe. To ripple. To echo through mine.

I am waiting. Ticking.

 

(2014.05.21)

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