After the heart stops,
there are seven minutes
of brain activity left.
Seven minutes,
four hundred twenty seconds,
where the brain
replays all the best moments
in your life,
as if to make the journey
to extinction easier.
Everyone sees
different things;
some see summer
days at amusement parks,
while some see
quiet nights with a book.
Some see senior prom
while some see their
thirty first birthday.
I saw you.
I saw the glisten
of your midnight hair
and the gleam
of your starbound eyes.
Six minutes left.
I saw the flecks of hazelnut
that pepper your cheeks,
and dance around
dimples too proud to go unnoticed.
Those adorable
little dimples compliment
your shy smile so perfectly.
Five minutes left.
They always were
a feature
you were proud of..
they even showed
when you frowned.
Four minutes left.
I saw the regret
of the words
I wish my tongue molded for you;
I saw the shame
of the ones my tongue did.
Three minutes left.
I saw the glass ladder
we tiptoed up;
I saw the cracks
on the rungs where your ultimatums pierced through.
Two minutes left.
I saw the glitters
of the shards
when every bolt fell apart.
They were beautiful,
resembling something like a million diamonds
floating down from the sky.
It reminded me
of us with
how quickly they dissipated after hitting the ground.
One minute left.
It's a shame.
We crawled
and
we climbed,
and in the end,
we made it to a place
just shy in happiness.
Zero.
(-Tma; also on Poemsporn_)
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Wanderlust
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