The man, alone, walked through his mind.
Dense, white fog curling around him,
Smothering his outstretched hands searching
For his watch, his precious timekeeper.

He heard it ticking down, getting slower and slower
Click.
Click...
C L I C K...

His fingertips brushed against the small,
Rusted, damaged watch, and slowly spun
it, round and round and round

C L I C K...
CLICK...
Click...
Click.

The fog slowly lifted,
revealing a lonesome tree,
blooming with a thousand
Colours, than anything
the man had ever seen

And there sat death, the patient lover
Always watching, always talking with the man
Telling him how much she missed his warm lips
And she asked for a kiss once more.

He solemnly brushed her lips, three times
And the taste in his mouth was always there
Even as he walked away,
Whole, hopeful, healing
Happy

Until finally, after many moons,
He finally kissed her lips once more.