i said “go slow”

you fell behind

the second hand unwinds.

after my picture fades

and darkness has turned to grey

watching through windows

i’m wondering if you’re okay.

You’re the echoes of my everything
You’re the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You’re the laziness of afternoon,
You’re the reason why I burst and why I bloom.
You’re the leaky sink of sentiment,
You’re the failed attempts I never could forget.
You’re the metaphors I can’t create to comprehend this curse that I call love
How will I break the news to you?