I live by the clock.

The tick tick tick,
Ticking away my life.
A silent celebration
Of another second
I survived.
A silent plead with the gram reaper,
"please I don't want to die"

Obsessed with time:
Years,
Months,
Weeks,
Days,
Hours,
Minutes,
Seconds.
Put my faith in the constant.
Put my faith in the clock.

When did you become my clock?
When did the little black hands
Circling life's one true constant
Stop being my true north?

Why do my hands shake,
No longer in fear
But in anticipation,
Of our next encounter?

How did a silent celebration
Turn into a constant collaboration?
Your hands telling a story
Your mouth can't.
Your laugh,
Echoing,
Through my ears
Down to my heart.

What erased my fear of dying
And ignited a love for flying,
Hand in hand
With you?

I can't recall.
But for the first time ever
I'm not afraid to fall.