Continued Poetry from Before

I can hear it again
that beating in my ears.

I'm not sure what it means, but I think I can hear you again.

I want to see you tomorrow

If you don't mind, I'd like to spend the night.

I want to show you what I did this week

Show my sister the person I see in you

Then there is pain pulsing thorugh my ear and into my neck
It comes from the air swirling around me

I think that's the real world

I was listening to it for a while, but who is really right?

When your hadn envelopes my neck, your plam pressed into the soft parts of my skull, the rest of the world disappears.

I need to find a balance between you and the everything else

between those green glass bottles and my ancient rays of Zeus

The pulsing is replaced by the steady tick of an industrial clock that even your palm can't defeat.

We have to choose.

and you know I already have.