Comma

You're like the comma in my life,

a pause, a break in the continuity,

the mediocre happenings that seem

to go on

and on

and on

and feel like they never stop.

Never to a full stop.

Every time I catch sight of you,

my heart likes to suspend in time,

hung onto your face.

Hung over on you.

You may seem like any common

comma or normal tap beer,

and even though you tend to appear

so frequently and periodically,

you're still like

a pleasant break,

in my sentence.