I love this, maybe just because I feel like whoever in the poem. Especially the lines
Let’s pretend she isn’t counting
- heartbeats (and heartaches)-

I like this. It has a melancholy feel to it and it adds a nice touch to a good poem. :)

All rightie then. That last line was completely unfair. It melted through me like a hot knife through butter. I wasn't expecting it, and it singed my feathers greatly, to mix my metaphors. This is a wondrous piece, adding to my favorites. You captured exactly what I've been feeling of late, and I NEEDED that last line. As your profile starts out with that beautiful quote, I appreciate your forming the sighs and cries that sound like beautiful music tormenting this soul. I will some again soon to hear your song. Truly, Tourterelle (a VERY gossamer day)

p.s. I came here by way of Talyth, another great poet... I liked your name, it's in one of my poems. (I'll try to find which one and let you know... great phrase, isn't it?) Now, I'm so glad I did. I also applaud your C2 and have added it to watch.

"Let’s pretend she isn’t counting
- heartbeats (and heartaches)-" The entire poem is perfect, but this would have to be my favorite line. Interesting ideas and parallels incorporated here. Keep it up.

hey... i know that feeling!... blah... yea... i don't know what else to write.

but it's really good... *well written as always*

p.s. i don't think i'll be posting many poems... more stiries than anything...

This is depressing Jaymay! :( Go me for stating the obvious...

Anyhow, this is nice, but I probably won't be able to review well because I'm too happy for my own good.

.:*§*:. Calliope Veronica .:*§*:.

"Now she’s stuck -

On the hands of the clock

As well as stuck on you."

^Those are my favorite lines. And wow, this made me... uh... really think...

^_^