Days to Years

[Nick]

Some people
Never find the right kind of love
you know, the kind that steals
your breath away. This is a cliche.
Like diving into a snowmelt.
The kind that jolts your heart,
sets it beating apace.
An anxious hiccuping of hummingbirds wings.They sound like a buzz, not a hiccup.
The kind that makes every terrible minute apart feel like hours.Cliche.
Days.
Years.
Some people flit from one insane possibility to the next.
Never experincing the connection of two people.
rocked by destiny.
Never knowing what it means to love someone else,
more than themselves.Cliche.
More than life itself, or the promise of something better.
Beyond this world,
More even (forgive me!) than god.
Lucky me, I found the right kind of love.
With the wrong person.

You can draw a reader into your work via original devices. Cliche supported compositions are like VHS tapes. They work but who really wants to deal with them?

So keep at it.