each beat of my heart measures
your footsteps
as you turn around and walk away
from me
this time it seems it will be the
last time
I wind the old clock standing in
the hall
pious hope to wish and wait for you
to return
listening to the tick-tock of the
old clock
each beat of my heart measures
your silence
© Rose
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