The ticking clock is racing with her heart beat

It is as if, the time want her to race through the juncture

the hands of the clock were never waiting

not giving her enough time to live the moment

the seconds slipped from her hands

they tried to live through every second they could grab

Time was yet crucial

she wanted to live years and years cuddling

but the short lifespan was not letting her live through

it was best not to look at the time and live every twinkle as if it was another year

Every split second was worthy, that was fondled to remember for a lifetime

The beginning and the end was not in their hands, yet the ticking time was there’s

living in the blink of an eye, was all they could do

when it was time to move away, their hearts tore into pieces

the pain was sharper than she expected

the absence was like a void

she could live in the void with the hope

the deprived of feeling was the most torturing

she lived through it …with the power of love.

the hope of another tomorrow

the hope of being in his arms again

was the only force that drove her to her destination.