“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.....ask the value of one minute to two lovers departing from each other once again….. anon

Tic
Mouths searching, exploring
Toc
Hold me in your arms once more
Tic
Feel my heart beat
Toc
Whisper my name like only you can
Tic
Tell me its only me you love
Toc
Let me look at your face
Tic
Taste the salt of the tear on your face
Toc
the scent of your perfume envelops me
Tic
We break apart
Toc
The whistle blows
Tic
The doors close
Toc
And your gone
Tic
Toc...Its no longer the minute of our separation,
but the countdown till we are in each others arms again.
Tic
Toc
Tic
Toc

Written by: Darryl B.
May 15, 2005