The Minute hand of my clock

The Minute Hand of My Clock

The minute hand of my clock
is immobile without you
time stands still
at times like these
when I know
you're riding on steel
to places far away
I know you won't come back
But I say to myself
God bless our home
In self defeat
I write these lines
By candle light
Waiting for the advent
Of another boring day
Another day without you
Another you-less day.

otienoamisi