An Endless Second

I sometimes find myself fighting for you to surface

And because I lack in force, I grow weary in spirit

Then our antagonist pushes to sink you deeper and deeper

My breath shortens and my heart’s staccato pounding accelerates

Just enough to lose visions of what truly holds weight

I stand puzzled as to where we left off and unsure as to which direction leads closer to you

But hope taps on my shoulder as a conductor taps his baton on his music stand

To signify the ready and the set but it’s up to me for the go

And that last second will feel endless as I long for understanding of a future you already know