I was in a rush

To pull out the grief I hid

I was in a rush,

To tarnish what had turned pale

I was in a rush,

To breathe a new life born out of death.

I wasn’t in a rush,

When I saw those eyes

Blink as if looking for answers

That the lips couldn’t ask.

I wasn’t in a rush,

As the doe-eyed face

Lit up my heart

And numbed me out.

I wasn’t in a rush,

When I waited for time to pass

While re-living every millisecond of the time

Frozen for hours.

I am in a rush

To answer them eyes

That holds me on to something

Something so deep, so beautiful.

And I’m trying to hold on.

Hold on & wait for it to hurt when it does….