Your heart is a ticking clock. i’ve heard it beating in the dark as we spoke of death & dying & what it means to be alive. You laugh because you think i’ve misjudged you. But i smile, because our conversation is like looking in a mirror & seeing something new for the first time.
Time winds on.
My eyes go to the window, as the day’s first light creeps in through the cracks. We speak of death & dying, but in this moment, we both know what it means to be alive.