There’s a clock on the wall
That’s never kept time
It ticks away every moment
But has never once chimed.
It faces the room
Where most living is done
Watching over those living here
All of us or just one.
It stopped the day
I walked through your door
The second hand repeating
The second before.
Have you ever wondered
What it’s trying to say
Are we going to fix it
Or leave it this way?
It represents our life
How suspended we are
After years together
We haven’t made it very far.
It doesn’t spring forward
Nor can it fall back
Just silently bears witness
To all that we lack.
I often sit here
At 2 am in the dark
Wondering if it’s waiting
For me to leave, to restart.
Though it’s time is frozen
Ours has moved on
And the clock on the wall shouts
We’ve wasted too much, can’t get back what is gone.
