tmbt: lonely husky howling clock
My breath catches in my throat and she hears it, certainly, the lonely husky in the yard. She howls softly. And the melancholy of the guitar howls softly, too, from the laptop speakers. And I hear your heart beating from point blank and we are old and gray and wishing we had more time, and we are so young and wishing we had more time before lights out. And we are dead in each others arms before life is fully lived. Though life is brimming behind the already broken glass.
It is time that is broken. Time that races and lags and flutters slowly under eyelashes wet.
And the lonely husky howls softly for us both, and for every being touched by timeless grief born of joy and knowing. Knowing it is great, but will not last. Cherished and mourned in one caught breath. And the lonely husky howls in response.
Photo by Melinda Nagy.