slowly

slow

a lazy smile slides across your face

the glint of your eyes

head on shoulder in the car

the briefest of moments

when you lose sight of her

but she’s right behind you

elusive still

and barely out of sight.

Even when she’s crying

and she’s away and your soul is dying

the feeling is still there.

no matter the distance or the time

whether a day or a week

no time without her is bearable.

but when you look her in the eyes

and you feel her heartbeat when you hug

or when your hands are glued together

and her hair falls across her face

time

seems

to

slow.