the minute
just after midnight,
when it's rather dark
and tiredness isn't even
a state of being anymore,
it's just a part of
who i am,
i think about your lovely
ears, and the little freckle
on your collarbone,
and the tiny scar above your eye
that you acquired from your
sister when you were little,
and that one minute
- a mere sixty seconds
of everyone's existence -
seems to carry on
for a very, very long time.