One second
How I long to come to work because you’ll be there. To be in your very presence. To see your face for even a second. To breathe your air. But it kills me. It fragments my very being to know that’s all I get. One second. One second and then you’re gone. One second until the world turns from a crispy violet to a shadowed gray. One second is all I get because that’s all you’ll give me. Unknowingly. I wonder, if you knew, if you knew how I felt, would you give me more? Would you cherish that time the way I do? Would you understand that even one second in the presence of the one who consumes your entire mind becomes more than a fleeting moment. More than an impression. More than just a memory. It becomes the very thing we stay alive for. It becomes art, poetry, love, life. It becomes joy. It becomes the thing I long for and miss at the same time. It becomes excuses, space between words, wonder. My chance at happiness.
But then, my second is up. My time has come, my moment is spent. Then, everything collapses, as if time unfreezes and the rain comes crashing down. And the world is dark. And the room is cold. And I stand there, breathless, wondering how I get that second back. Wondering if there will ever be a new one. And there was, until there wasn’t.