I waited at the gate for another minute..
I splashed a whole fountain on our little tulip.
I stored the memories in our broken frame,
I travelled sierra to save you from a daunting flame.
I looked behind, I waited for another minute.

I lived in the cacophony of delusional glory,
I wrote my last poem of our own love story.
I washed your white shirt and unable to remove the stain of rust,
Although I knew the magic spell to turn the ashes to dust..

I waited and thought of waiting for another minute..
Until I stopped and moved ahead.