The Hours

The workings of your mind
Amaze me
The way they twist and
Turn

Connections made
The neurons fire
Life…
An action potential

But there
Underneath the
Wheels
Is a gently beating
Heart

Asking to be
Held
Asking to be
Understood.

I understand.

You think so
Much
Don’t think it all
Away

You’ll miss the
Seconds,
Minutes,
The moments…

You’ll miss the

Hours.