Thursday 19 January 2012

Dearth

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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