I see the deadlines in things.

I see it in our conversation at 2am in the morning
When you made me muffle my laughter under the sheets
Hoping that my parents would not open my bedroom door.
Even in the haze of my joy, I could see the deadline of us blinking red.
But I was foolish,
I had hoped this thing between us would not spoil,
Even as the red numbers start their countdown.
      
Tick Tock Tick Tock

I can feel it in between us,
As thick as a wall, a barrier between our bodies
My heart clenches and I hurt,
When you smiled angelically and told me that we can be forever.
As I burn your smile into my memory,
I shook my head slightly.
How can there be a forever
when we must die as long as the clock ticks?

Tick Tock Tick Tock

I can hear the deadline in my palpitating pulse
It beats harder as I anticipate a reply *any reply
My heart skips a beat when you said you had forgotten to reply
For maybe the fifth time this fortnight.
When you said good night a few minutes later
My heart threatens to free fall.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

I can taste the deadline when you chose to end what we started.
You said "Maybe this is when we start to expire"
Bile rises up my throat and I cannot hold it in anymore.
I throw up just then.
This is my fear - that I am living in my nightmare
I cannot hold back what I feel for you.

I know our deadline is here - this is our closure.
You said goodbye and I whispered my farewell.
My clock stops ticking.