I don’t like the sound
your heart makes
when I press my head
against your chest
feels like
it’s taunting me
with every beat that vibrates
through the rib cage

not all who wander are lost
but some run until
they lose themselves
I fear that time was never
on my side
so every second I let slip
feels like a waste if you’re not
the one to pluck them form me

KH