Here's day twenty-four's: submission for NaPoWriMo (a poem a day for the month of April in honor of National Poetry Month):
Breathe
Clock’s tickin’.
Can’t you hear your heart beat?
Count your breaths for the next minute:
how many?
What are you doing right now?
If those breaths quit
on the next one,
would you be glad you stopped
right then?
Would it be okay?
Or would you say,
“Shit. If only I’d known.”
Because we don’t.
Know.
None of us.
We guess at our odds,
plan for more
than we ever get.
I feel lucky already.
But I wouldn’t want to go out
playing video games.
I’d rather I was lying next to you
your arm draped over me
your eyes locked on mine.
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