TICK TOCK

an emptiness in between

the fear of life,

the love of death

the absence - 

tucked away in the corner

of my lung. 

to think 

is to become

so my mind remains

blank

as my fingers tremble - 

still gripping the wrist

cold

as an iced heart. 

when I call your

name

my lips turn

blue

as I call for

help

my arms go

limp. 

time is trapped

in a glass jar

and the ticks and tocks

echo off the walls - 

emptiness. this 

emptiness tastes bitter; 

I had stolen your last breath

when I said "I love you"