I log the hours, minutes,seconds to my soul
Counting, countless moments
All etched in vein , trampled by pulse after pulse after pulse
I can sleep a billion nights and still feel tired
I would hug the cells of you if I could
Kiss every nucleus of your living skin
I would never tire of that
But you are not here
And so every step is a million miles
Every breath made of fire
That burns. That yearns.
I cannot feel the passing of my weary life
But I can tick it off on paper
Tick. Tick.Tick .
As if everything was right.
I won’t know it’s over
Until I’m covered in clover
That I can count on.