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A minute short

by @Wordsmith

9:59 was a heartbeat A half breath in a thunderstorm of seconds He was the whisper before the scream The hush before the applause A lover... that the world forgot but see time... time never dared to ignore Waiting calmly for 10 o’clock To feel her click... to hear her knock To whisper soft with gentle grin “Come close, my love... let time begin” But 10:00… oh; she never came She chased the world; adored the fame A golden hour; dressed in pride Yet left his steady hands denied. To her... 9:59 was the almost... A blemish... A name unworthy of inscription in her scrolls of becoming She mistook proximity for poverty Kindness for cling Loyalty for lack He stood still At the edge of forever Watching her shadow in the minute ahead 10 o’clock Queen of symmetry Darling of digits Precise Pristine Always on time.... but never for him He stood there broken While she danced with 10:05 Flirted with 10:15 Swooned for 10:50 all the futures... never the foundation He watched her click for the 10:01s The 10:10s; 10:59s… Everyone who came after Everyone who came greater And maybe... just maybe that’s why he was never enough 9:59 was a minute shy Of being seen beneath her sky A tender tick; a quiet song That waited faithfully too long He opened doors she wandered through Yet she loved ones who never knew Of all the time he kept for her Of all the ways he'd never err She sought the sparkle of 10:01 And swayed to noon beneath the sun Chasing hours with brighter hues Forgetting who lit up her fuse He was 9:59 Not 10 Not round.. Not whole.. Not perfect But he was the door... The key The minute that opened the moment That lit the light... That gave her name... a place to exist Still.. She looked past him Always Forever chasing the hourglass gods Plus the sharp lines and golden ticks And he... He stood there every day every clock every loop Hoping for her But never walked through with He was the almost-lover The breath before the kiss The "just one more minute"... You never give Yet he loved her Madly... Quietly With all the time he wasn’t allowed But time don’t bend for broken hearts Clocks don’t tick for unspoken parts And love? Sometimes it’s just… a minute short
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31 / M / Ogbomoso, Oyo, Nigeria
For You?
Written by
Wordsmith
31 / M / Ogbomoso, Oyo, Nigeria
Published
May 10, 2025
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