Time is falling dead
and everyone has flies
for an attention span;
the need to get out
throbs painfully
in every still-breathing chest
and
get out of there, will you?
Go.
Run.
Flee.

Talk to your heart
and ask it where it wants to go.
If it tells you to go to him,
don't.
Stall.
Stall long enough for
your heart to ache.
Then go.

Grab him by the pulse
and run.
If he hesitates,
let go.
If he asks you where
you're going,
say, the stars.
Say, the planets.
Say, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

Hope with all your heart
that he changes his mind
and grabs you, instead
and takes you there
himself.