the clock shattering, the last constant

Fingertips once held

slip away like sand

sand through the eye of the hourglass

A clock somewhere has begun to tick

My eye transfixed

on the hands

Waiting for them to lead me away

waiting

perhaps for a return

perhaps one day, the hands will turn

in reverse

And you’ll come back to me

but that’s quite impossible, isn’t it?

Breathe in

and out

Start the car

the engine groans

I groan

We are both weary

of the constant lamenting from the clock

To whom is she counting?

Where is she leading us?

I do feel quite lost

breath bated and caught

Perhaps a shoe will drop

perhaps a sky will fall

What else could be at the end

when even the clock runs out?

…and then one day

when all hope was lost

we had resigned ourselves to the unrelenting

this never ending

open ending

Cracked open sky by lightning

and a warm rain

caressed every inch of my skin

The countdown is broken

The ticking has ceased

Music is the clock shattering

time cannot stand still when there is none

there is no time to lose

I will never lose you again

I can never

lose you for I have forgotten

lungs full of air

the rest of the world fades

when your arms return to mine

Anything else is a passing moment

and you are the last constant