Brace for impact;
I feel you enter my bones
like a tidal wave
and I collapse under the pressure.
I feel you seeping through
the cracks of fragile minerals and tissues
and into my veins,
pumping through my body
like adrenaline.
And I can hear you,
pounding between my ears
like hands on a clock.
All you ever wanted
was a monument,
a skyscraper in your name,
something to be remembered by
once we both grow old and disappear.
I had anticipated
being many things to you,
but not once did I expect
to be your gravestone.
And it's been years
and everyone says you're gone,
but sometimes I can still hear you,
in the silence between each heartbeat,
"I'm alive."