In Repair

Maybe my heartbeat always synchronizes

with the clock on your bedroom wall because

it’s always waiting for something.

for the final goodbye, wrapped in doubt and regret

and sealed with a halfhearted kiss, the hollow remnants

of something once so full.

perhaps the silence in waiting for your reply

is the root of my fear; the several moments

when i hold my breath

while you measure yours,

weighing the words between your teeth that could so easily

crush the walls i spent years building up, heightening with

every pause, every hesitation, every instance that held

even the slightest possibility for all of it to come

crashing down again.


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