~
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