Her eyes are like
Clockwork.

And as they tell time,
You can feel its art dance
Through her chest.

Her heart is
Connected to mine.
Whatever she does,
I can feel it run a
Mile
A
Minute.

You hear the
Anxiety
Run
Through her like
She’s running
Out of
Time.

And she hears the
Continuous
Beating in my chest
As I hear
Her’s.

When I listen
To her
Thoughts,
They race as if
She were late.

She has to catch
A car,
A bus.
Then a train.

Her mind runs
Like gears.
Working,
Knitting,
Flowing together.
Solving problems
Greater
Than mine ever were.

And all I know is that
Her eyes shine bright.

Her thoughts are an organized
Chaos
That focus more at
Night.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

I feel her energy grow.

Her eyes whirl
Over the
Hours
Upon
Minutes.

And as I lose
Track of time,
She remains completely
Fixated.

Unwavering.

Unrelenting.

I feel an encircling
Strain.

All these memories
Erasing,

And she begins to fix the
B
E
A
T
I
N
G
In my
Chest.

My eyes turn to clocks.

Tick.
Tick.
Tick.

Tick.

I scream out loud.

She doesn’t
Hear me.

No.

Not today.

For as my childhood
Disappears,
She replaces my
Memories
With
Her’s.

And I sit
Still on the floor,
For all I hear is a
Loud beating,
Followed
By an urgent
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Ticking.

A timebomb for
The End
Of my life.

Happily Ever After.

She lends out
Her hand
With a glowing smile.
“Hello,” she purrs.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.
My name is Love.”

And it was
With a stoic expression
That I stretched out
My hand,
The palm
Cool to the
Touch.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” I croon.
“My name is Father Time.”