When she strokes your cheek, her feathery touch changes you. She lays bare life’s uncertainty. You feel her breath on your neck as she whispers,”There has only ever been this very moment, this very heartbeat, this very out-breath."
A trap door swings open and you tumble. You are forever set apart from the blissful horde who continue to harbor sweet dreams of tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
They are unaware of their error. It is useless to try and correct them, and anyway - nobody hears you, except for her and she’s heard it all before..
(Skull Rock - Lynn MA)