Pause

It would be interesting

if Time, 

the big one with the capital letter, 

moved forward for humans 

at a steady 

perceivable 

rate. 

Picnics and kisses 

And music: 

Tick tick tick. 

Work and taxes

And oil changes:  

Tick tick tick. 

And those few moments, 

those moments that 

you swear last 

forever:

a speech

an interview

dinner with her parents

or with your own.

Tick tick tick.

But that pause 

from your soulmate

after you say, "I love you,"

the huge swelling

inside you 

while you are waiting 

for what seems

like

lifetimes

for them to say

it

back,

and the feeling that

occurs when

they do:

In that moment, 

I am glad I don't know

clocks exist.