Mimicing a Deathwatch

 



I feel your breathing, vanish here,
in jilting all we could have had,
our eyes, in truth, could meet as one,
and miss each other, just as bad.

Exchanging lyrics, in our sleep,
exhaling rhythm, to a fault.
These perfect words, seem just enough,
and taken with a grain of salt.

A deathwatch mimics every beat,
at least it tries to keep its pace
and somewhere in translating mine,
it fumbled in regaining place.

We’re side by side and hand in hand,
in copasetic lingering.
These moments never live eternal;
phantoms, in their fingering.