Clockworks
Tick tock Tick Tock…
I write beneath the stars,
Closing my eyes, and breathing through the coldness of the night
Passing by one-two-three stone pavements at a time.
I imagined the contours of your face,
Your eyes that sparkled,
Through your gold framed glasses that caught
The world by surprise.
I smiled savoring the moment,
As I walked down through memory lane,
My heart skips every beat,
Each TIME I remember your name,
An echo of phrases flashes through my mind…
Responsibility before leisure,
You told me these in one of your letters.
I grasp at the thought,
Marveled at how you wrote your words.
If only then you knew,
How much it took me to pretend,
To not give a care in the world.
I had to if I wanted to stay,
I needed to if I wanted to be okay.
Not one moment in every glance,
I have forgotten you.
Forever and always, truly and madly…
All words that can only be there for you only.
Although hurt, I took it by chance,
It was never easy, but I wanted to be happy.
I wanted to stay where it was you and me.
All else seemed empty.
Tick Tock Tick Tock…
Louder it began to echo…
The clock showed no mercy,
For you and you only.
I wandered further, to keep you from watching me wither away.
I found myself weeping through my eyes that could not cry,
I wondered if I was still alive,
Nothing made any sense,
Yet, our memories kept me living.
Moving.
Going.
You, among people who barely knew who I was,
What I had slowly become,
Wished nothing more but the best,
Nothing more but love beyond compared,
And right there,
Passionately I hoped.
Bluntly I hold.
Wished.
If only,
TIME could spare us both.
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