Clocks: A 100 Word Story

You are the hands of my clock. The beat of my heart. You breathe and my lungs are filled. You wake up and my eyes open. You are the words on my tongue, the thoughts on my mind.

We were an eternity. We were a forever. Time stopped when I was in your arms, a greyscale Polaroid photo of bliss.

But those years we borrowed to remain in our stopwatch world, I watched it catch up in a day. Paint peeled on the walls, roof crumbled, and the hands fell off the clock.

The day I learned I'd lose you.