Hours between Seconds

Hours between Seconds

K.S. 6/09/13

 

Its 10:30pm

And I am feeling lonely.

Like how I said goodnight and I left my heart there for security.

It’s 12:00am

And I am hoping you are okay.

It’s 12:15am

I wish you were here to talk to me.

It’s 12:59am

I was never good at being alone; I try to trick myself.

It’s 1:00am

Turning on the TV now pretending you are home.

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Reviews

[Zero_Edge88]

"I found myself in bed today. Imagining the body pillow I held onto was you. I thought about it was so warm despite its frigidity I find myself by the comfort of your arms. Your eyes didn't have to look at mine, for already I knew you were staring deeply into mine. All I needed was for you to hear my heartbeat close to your life that I hold onto dearly everyday.

For each six minutes that passed I found you still right here in my arm holding me closer squeezing every inch of my skin into you. My heart was aching loudly but I hear your teardrops louder and I forget that each drop was a heartbeat I want to wipe with.

Five minutes closing in, I find these comatose feelings sinking deeper and deeper. Your breathing hard and coarse I am enraptured by the way they shape the lungs I have of you with me. A diaphragmatic rhythm fluctuating so contagiously I end not a breathing moment but of collective sigh.

Four minutes those droopy eyelids slightly ajar I bump my head against yours as eyelashes collide they are but the multitude fingertips that keep them bridged. Even as you close them, let those lashes be our fingers for our hands have somewhere else better.

Three minutes the hands that puzzles us may they piece us together for they are the arches of our bridges that connect us together. Big or small in shape they carve out so uniquely they caress already at the touch of our hands.

Two minute warning...oh wait...what? I mean two minutes to take it back and bring it back again - a boomerang of emotion where we find ourselves connected by the touch you and I get. A touch and go; a break and even; and a kiss and tell. Those secrets in these two minutes is our last connection.

One minute to go oh but this is it. There a moment of silence I give you for what minute is to me but the hours I spent wishing your presence with me. Now that the minute is almost over so is the day that I found myself here...in my bed with you in it.

So piece me by the minutes, take apart the seconds and when you think the hours of the day are long. Just think, you're in those rooms of happiness that I open so often in the day. Each one, represented by the artistic soul that you solely have enticed me within it. Not a door is slammed because the hearts I found myself is indeed your love."

I was thinking of talking to you last night wow...psychic :)

[K.S.78]

Just love ur responses lol I like how you break down my thoughts in different ways so kinda neat lol

[Zero_Edge88]

Thank you lol. I don't simply think I am breaking those thoughts down I find it to be enriched by the way you provide them. There is that taste when you take a bite out of it that makes you feel different after having them processed!...Like chocolate! :p lol!

[Shay]

very nice... I like it, it is written well

[Simon Welsh]

Solitude sometimes is. I like.

[K.S.78]

Awesome thanks!

[Rahul]

Nice write, here you'll jotted some words of your life from your life...isn't it ?
nice write, there's no need to do modification because this write showed reality of your heart because you made this, you wrote this piece in a great time in a night when you were feeling alone.
nice write and as usual i liked the pic. as well ..:)

[K.S.78]

Yes all my writing is from my life ...unfortunately? lol Thank you for your review!

[Stefon Napier]

I've been busy for a little while so now I'm back. I really like this piece here. Your doing some solid work with the title and the length of the poem. You got everything you needed to say down in just a few lines.

[K.S.78]

I literally had to get out a regular sized greeting card to force myself to shut up! haha. I am proud though because it is really a challenge of mine. I think I will try this more often. :)

[Traci]

"I was never good at being alone; I try to trick myself."

As always great job expressing your emotions so openly and honestly through your poetic gift. Another great write!

As we wrestle with sadness over the end of a relationship, another perplexing challenge arises, how to be alone. Reminded me of something I read once..."We're born alone, we die alone, and deep within our souls we live alone." Another one of life's many poetic ironies that we cannot be more together in our aloneness.

[K.S.78]

The cliche "I am fine alone, I'm not fine when I am lonely" rings true. :)

[Traci]

So very true!

[Patrick O'Neil]

Really nice, like the line"I was never good at being alone; I try to trick myself." it frames the poem and the passing time indicators, makes the point stand out. Great write.

[K.S.78]

This was actually a line I struggled with because nobody likes to say out loud (kinda/sorta) that they trick themselves for the comfort one might feel they lack in humanity. Ty :)