I work my heart up to be ready for Five.

Short of time in your honor

I stand in front of a mirror 

wiping my eyes 

breathing meditation for seconds

One, Two, Three, Four

I work my heart up to be ready for Five

and I am not sure it is

Not this time, anyhow.

The next seconds show careless

my hands show shaky in the ether

the knocking heart against my ribs

broke the silence and yet you are nowhere I can see

Repeat the mundane and slow

tall tales and epic sadness mix

with the candy cane magic

all this while I breathe slowly

in front of my foggy mirror

wasting another moment in your honor.