Seconds

by LaniLou123

June 21, 2016

This is a poem

From me to you

And him to her

And everyone in between

Do you ever think about the sound

A day makes as it crumbles down around you

I think about it quite often and I can say from experience that she has too

Nothing much has changed

Gravity still falls on my spine much the same as it did for her

And I'm sure it falls on you much as it did for him

And maybe one day another will look back on me the same way I look back on her and wonder

What has changed

But then again I'm no more than a breadth of a hair in the making

Before another slips into my skin

And the seconds chip away at my bones

So how is it that

We keep meeting

And talking

And laughing

And falling

As though our skin doesn't

Writhe and constrict

As though we are the same

When in reality we are constantly changing

And every time we meet it’s a brand new introduction

And though I know she who inhabited my body before

I wonder about she who will slip into my shell after

Second to second

Where she sleeps and

What color her hair is and

What the last thing her lips touched was

And if her thoughts finally decided to be kind to her

Or if time took a chisel

To the stone of her mind

And cracked it open like a Geode

Maybe it did the same for you

Or him

Or whoever

Maybe the pills

Lead to hope and happiness

Or abuse and Addiction

Because as much as I wonder about the girl who will wear my skin

I am scared of her

Just as much as I wonder about who will wear yours

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