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