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Ten minutes of life

someone tagged them with a price

given for a flight, a stop or just an in-between pause;

then your mind runs to catch up for the loss,

while your heart stills

to feel the preciousness of seconds

in a gentle hug holding your hand

right there at the gate,

where prices are to pay

between the gone and soon-to-come,

and you remain as well,

to hold on tight

to the smile weighing inside

with years of treasures upon your memories,

while ten minutes display

ironically

a scribbled tag,

before a terminal

with nothing to lose

or gain;

for you pace your breathing

in the safe clock of your being

to embrace those eyes at any landing

after flying towards destiny, before staying on the grounded path of

reality –

purposely giving the most beautiful bearing

to a one-of-a-kind meaning.