Time's Up

hoping in second chances that don't happen

The ticking clock, pounding in my ears,
and there you are, and here I am,
waiting and watching for some signal,
a word or a slip of your hand.

Something to tell me what to do,
where to go, or what to say.
A trick I can use to help you find
your way back to me someday.

I keep on telling myself there's hope,
though there's no reason to believe.
But to stay sane, I've gotta have faith.
I must myself deceive.

And the ticking clock pounds ever on,
no minute yet gone by,
waiting and watching for fog to clear,
lost in questions like "Why?"

Why could I not forget you?
Why must I love you still?
Why have I perseverance?
Why do I have the will?

What they never bothered to tell me was
that this old clock had long ago died,
and the ticking was nothing more than my heart
waiting patiently for the "right time."

And you got up and walked away.
I stayed calm. "My time will come."
The clock's alarm then rang at last.
Flatline - my heart was done.

You would be the one to teach me patience.