~

A few minutes more


“A few minutes more?”
he has asked in a whisper
Promising hope
from the depths of his heart

Pulling the thread
so it sits ever tighter
Finding the end
as a new place to start

Counting the hours,
for they add up so many
Checking his watch
as the sun seems to set

Pulling the moon
from the arms that now hold it
Praying for rain,
as that’s all he can get

Kicking a stone
near the sand quickly leaking
Rhythms his mind,
will now come soon to play

Searching for words,
while the second hand passes
What he expects
at the end of the day

Life is so short,
though he brings up the answer,
“Nothing is more
than a heart lost of love”

Calling to all,
as if anyone listens,
“A few minutes more?”
he now shouts up above