MOTION

Under watchful eyes,
you seem never moving one bit.
And, finally, when I catch a stir,
each tick is the thud
one hears before the sudden halt
of footfalls.

A lifetime could be over
any minute I’d look away.
But, I still look away—
breathing in the time
you’re taking away
with your motion.

© Gheeneil

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