The Clock Strikes

Now, right now, it is happening.

Her memory floods my senses causing a waterfall of thoughts.

Memories.

Love.

The inevitable pain.

Why do I hold on? What do I see? How can one have so much but be taken down from a simple moment of time? After all, it is only a memory.

I listen to the music in the background. Oh, that volume is way to low.

Now, the notes bounce off all four walls like a live concert. My heart is pounding and the beats are coursing through my veins.

It does not work – my mind has escaped my grasp. The clock strikes.

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