To: Tony
From: Steve
Sometimes I look at
you and I
wonder what makes you
tick
tock
tick
tock
The blue halo in your
chest
unhidden by the grimy band
shirts you don
sucking the danger away
from the inside
delaying
slowing
Your life is in its blue glow
My mind ponders what would
occur
if that glow dims
fades
goes black
will your heart stop beating
will the shrapnel reach its destination
will your mind stop racing
will life slip through your grasp like
fine silk,
never to be claimed again?