Life is not a heartbeat monitor
Beeping insistently in the background of
Some cold clean hospital cell.
It can’t be found in the pages
Of glossy magazines,
Or the latest, greatest, most versatile
Piece of furniture from Ikea
Or whichever home improvement titan
Is currently in fashion.
But i’ll tell you what it can be.
Or at the very least,
How it seems to me.
I see life in your eyes,
As you talk to me about love
Or poetry, your passions, your fears,
Your hopes and dreams.
All of these
Make the air around you shimmer
With a vibrance that cannot be ignored.
Life is in people my dear.
Not in the beating of our hearts,
But in the way that they sing!
For a moment Everything stops. A single silver string suspends Five years of half hopes And dangerous desires. My eyes bore in to hers, Searching for a flicker For anything A single spark to show That all is not lost.
But her pupils Are dark, deep as the ocean. The moment breaks A wave upon her pale blues iris. And all I have left Is the turn of my heel, The lights of the city And the echo of the closed door.