And how there are such few precious moments that remind you of that fact. And the major wave of breathlessness that hits you when you realise that you have no control.
You have absolutely no control over the essence of
Coincidentally looking up from your work
where you’re sitting by your desk,
and catching the exact moment
when the candle that you had jagged into an old wine bottle runs out,
the tiny rest of it falling into the empty bottle,
where there once had
I tense up to the unwanted thought of you.
Even though I fought for them not getting through the sealed down door I built for you
In the deepest darkest depths of my mind where I’ve hidden it,
hoping that I would not