23 Minutes

What can I do in twenty three minutes?

I have a small amount of time before
I walk out that door, a routine of work
calls my name.

I really should devour you in kisses
because a rainstorm is coming
and I have this aching within my
soul, but I choose to remain still-

and write about it...

For if anything should happen to me
you will have the words to remind
your love for me, that I love you
every minute of every day
and I will continue to do so
forever and always.

Before I close this poem,
I now have thirteen minutes-

I'm going to kiss you one more
time, and tell you what you already
know... and you can read it
after I'm gone.