ten seconds.

of David Zawila

one, two, three.
do you hear it?
that sound.
the clock keeps counting
when the heart stops breathing.
and it could only find a way
to you.

four, five, six.
do you even hear it?
that horrible thunder.
the voice of my rough throat
keeps singing your name
when your lips stop speaking.
and it could only build a home
with you.

seven, eight, nine
do you listen to it?
that far, unknown tone.
the foreign hands
keeps searching for your body
when someone else already
lies beside it.
and they could only cry
for you.

what now?
can you try to at least listen to it?
before it dies
now that it flickers;
before it leaves
now that it starts to sleep.

what now?
should we forget?
if only there is a way.
can you try to at least listen?
to me.
hear me out.
just for ten seconds.

hear me out.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.


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