The clock echoed with impunity,
The seconds from the start,
Reminders of the time we spent,
Marking the time we’re apart.
The tap drips with a hollow sound,
Like minutes down the drain,
Like a precious resource wasted,
Like a conduit to my pain.
Come and hold my hand again,
Come and share your smile,
Come and let me hold you close,
Chase the demons away for a while.
Wednesday, 14 May 2008
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