Another Arrival

23 : 59

Sixty Seconds.

She watched,
An outline of sorts materializing into him.
He watched,
An outline of sorts materializing into her.

The line separating their dimensions evaporating.

00 : 00

’31st December’, his greeting was curt, almost stoic.
‘1st January’ she acknowledged, equally toneless.

But the hands that held, held a tension palpable.
Two pairs of eyes searched and looked away,
Eyes heavy with words never communicated,
Eyes, tired with long dried tears.

Sixty Seconds was all the time they’d ever get.

‘Sixty Seconds’ , came a murmur in unison.

Hands held tighter

And eyes locked.

Sixty Seconds.

00 : 01

‘until next time’, a disembodied whisper was all that carried over.

Sixty seconds later all was quiet.

—————————————————————————–

Some would say 31st December moved forward for him,

Some would deduce 1st January moved behind for her.

Chauvinists, all, and none the wiser.

Only they know the truth,
for,
they are transcendents who merge along the seams of time.
And those sixty seconds will forever hold that a secret.

___________________________________________________________________________

Just a little something I posted during New Years. Its real fun, personifying time.

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