I know it’s close.
I feel it.
Deep in the nooks between my tissue and bone.
My trillions of cells on high alert.
Senses so sharp I can feel the earth cracking beneath me.
Warning me of an impending quake.
My urge is to run.
Until my legs give out and can’t take me any further.
I would crawl then.
Just to keep going.
To keep running.
But there is no place to go.
That’s far enough.
That would protect me from what’s coming.
So I stay.
As near as possible.
Pretending to be brave.
Grateful for a little more time with you.
Kisses on your forehead.
My heart on high alert.
Desperate to take in everything.
Every last moment.