perfection

heartbeat, against my ear
(and i would not stop
praying)
the rhythm that plays
becomes unfamiliar

He was whispering about
the eternity in her eyes.

the distance to tomorrow
so small-
yet
the echo from yesterday
remains.

/and you were(are) running from the
past
again and again
so the door must close.

He was searching for
(he had found)
that moment
sketched in perfection

and left it behind