part two

The story resumes where we left off

About an old story and a frozen clock

Gingerly I turn the page

The death of a chapter 

The resuming of another

Ink that bled the gentle curves of a name

Runs as if new, and blurry from drops of the end

Familiar hands cradle the clock

Gently

And ever so slowly

The rust falls away dust

The minutes and hours begin again beating

A familiar rhythm and somehow

No time at all has passed

And after all this time

In the softly falling rain

At a bench by the sea

You came back to find me

The wound that was distance 

One small step closes

And all that was lost 

I found was simply caught

Between an old story and a frozen clock