Have you ever watched the second hand on the clock, listen to the consistent interruption within the otherwise silence?  It can be easy to ignore, yes, but nevertheless, whether you hear it or not, it never ceases to exist.  The sun never ceases to rise in the morning to make it’s redundant path across the sky.  And though we may ignore its very presence, we cannot ignore its effects on us all. You parted me with parted lips and a glimmer in your eye as you told me to, “Have a nice life until we meet again.”  It only took ten minutes to find you back at my door.  This time for an exchange and a hug.  I told you to be careful on your drive back home.  You smiled and walked away. In that moment, I had given you away though you were never quite mine to hold.  But in the short moments in which our heart beats were made audible, our breaths in sync…  You are the half split from me at the beginning of time.  You are me though you aren’t mine. I can still see your face when you laugh.  I can still feel your skin and your impatience with my carefully traced circles along your body.  I can still taste you.  That rising tide of need continues to flood over.  There is no amount of self-love to shift the gravitational pull.  Though you aren’t always in my thoughts, my body continually aches to get inside you, to crawl into the warmths beneath your ridged ribs and live there, to crawl within your very essence amongst all that gives you life.  I want to watch your lungs fill, to know your mechanisms underneath the surface. This overwhelming sense has only recently filled me to the brim; I’m spilling over, washing away the strew Coke cans and cigarette butts with each step I take.  You were once a ticking second hand I had ignored for months, my very own Apollo.  Yet your affects on me cannot be ignored. I’ve wondered for three months now why I can’t fall for anyone of the seven or so men I’m come across for a date.  It’s because I’m a one-guy-girl and you are my one.  It took me long enough to learn my lesson now either pour me over you or leave me to evaporate. Either way, the time is killer.