Lily’s knee

Everything Lily does is about her knee

Says her teacher: why are you limp?

Is it again for your knee?

Lily nods and keeps on walking

Dead pace, as who is going no where

Sits down and keeps on writing

Messy words, like for nobody

Tries to dance to make her knee move

Lies down to give it some rest

Get up slowly not to hurt it

Kicks her friends to test its strength

Eats vegetables to make it stronger

Crosses her legs sometimes to hide it

Wears skirts just to expose it

Open her legs so it feels comfortable

Squirms a bit so it'll be stretched

Talk to people, to research about it

Starts speaking to describe it

Spaces out to think about it

Everything Lily does is about her knee

Forever

I woke up lying over a pair of legs

Night had come in complete silence

Took a few seconds to situate myself

Looked up and saw he standing there

Spread out sleeping, mixed up with me

Still wearing his inverted brown hat

Felt a contradictory overwhelming relief

While he rested there totally wasted

Then it hit on me the danger

Of each instant passing in real time

Felt an intense piercing pain in my chest

Like by a sharp thin surgical needle

Some abstract dread took over

As my eyes watered uncontrollably

That desperately fulfilling joy

Dissolving at each fallen grain

From our merciless sands of time

I heard a voice saying: run, run

Held him tight and closed my eyes

While trying to stop breathing

Hoping to die to illusionarily freeze

That priceless feeling forever