a split second of no pulse
disturbs the tempo in my heart
my mind sparks with ideas sharp as darts
but my mouth shows no result

i sit , i write, i think , i type
now i’m ready for tomorrow
my heart thumps slowly gaining chunks of sorrow
she’s gone, no point in preparing tonight

then a split second of no pulse
disturbing the tempo in my heart
my mind paint words creating art
but my mouth shows no result