Eighteen hours since you

step.step. stepped away and

it's two more days and too much caffeine

until I can see you again and

let our lips press silently together,

making my heart (br)ache

int/w/o tears,

because the clock clicks faster and

my ceramic ribcage keeps cracking

from trying to keep up.


and I know-

by the time I fall,

You won't be there to catch me.