Hands Of Time
I remember the clock on your wall the last
night I was there.
I remember paying more attention to it that
night for some reason, the night before you left
I remember the time I left... the time we made love
I remember the time you held me in your arms and told
me you would return. The clock was white with sky blue
and the hands were in black trim.
It was two a.m when we made love, three a.m when you
held me.. five a.m when I you left
andI never saw you again.
By: Victoria Deering