10:02 PM

I put my keys in the ignition
with the full intent to drive.
But a thought escaped with
the tears from my eyes and
I got so sick from the birth of it-
"What if those three words will never hold the same meaning again?"

So I choked them out and I
hated the sound mixed with the sadness
in your stride as you came around
my car, which was making slow beeps
and all my mind would see was the way
monitors portray a dying heartbeat and
I wanted to scream-
"Don't let this flat-line"

But I just stepped out of your arms and let my fingers slide,
forming a gate out of the cage that you've been trapped inside.