unning Out
Tick, tick—
The watch won’t slow.
Through winding paths,
Through whispers low.
“Not much time, not much time,â€
White fur flashes, desperate, wild.
Hands too frail to stop the clock,
A boy, a friend, still just a child.
“Follow me, we’ll change the tale,
No more endings, no goodbyes.â€
But stories bend, not break,
And time still flickers in his eyes.
A final breath, a fi...