sitting in another room
separated from motion
a glance at the clock
a glance back down
at the trembling hands
waiting each minute apart
a minute taken from life
set too far to reconnect
separation not nearly enough
a blink clears the eyes
a blink clouds them
waiting between the blinks
motion has betrayed life
standing above the form
separated eyes locked
a tear caught in frozen time
a tear caught on the tongue
waiting the moment of birth
and the minute of death
pacing between the seconds
separation both near and far
a nod and sleep claims
a nod and a start
waiting for waiting to awake
motion too quick to catch
kneeling in prayless prayer
separated from life from death
a whispered endearment
a whispered cry
waiting for the breath to stop
hoping that the breath doesn’t stop
10/8/17
jeg.
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