When Your Card Gets Declined At Therapy | Poetry Collection Part 1 ©

Time Is Ticking.

My watch stopped the first time two minutes before my aunt passed.

I found out about it later that day.

The second time, it was on her burial.

One minute before her memento started.

And although I can replace the battery and the watch will start ticking again, her life won’t.

Although I can act like I continued, deep down there’s still a battery in the watch that ran out of power, just like her heart.

Deep down is still the feeling that a part of me is missing, replaced but never the same.