You’re hiding in my clock again
It’s only half past nine
I swear the seconds creep away
And I cannot tell the time.
You’re there before it strikes the three
And after hands strike five
You’re the only one who’s passing,
All the time I am alive.
See here, it’s seven thirty
When it really feels like two
It’s dark as all the midnights
All the moments without you.
There’s nothing I can really do
I’m unearthing close to four
I wait and watch the hands again
And hope they touch my door.

Alexandra L. Narron

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