Thursday, November 6, 2008

My Clock

Hanging on the wall
I know you are there
Yet when I turn, I glance
Your space... so empty.

Tick... I hear you tock.
I hear you there
Yet when I look, right up
Your hands... so still.

Asleep, awake...
Seem to be without you
Sometimes, I wonder
Are you still there?

Along the way,
The road... gets cold
Need to know... the time.
Have you stopped now?

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