Friday, August 10, 2007

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.


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