Minute

She looks to the hands of the old wooden clock

That hangs from her bed room door

Crying her eyes to turn back the times

And take a minute or more

 

Taking back times that never happened

Reclaiming the words she never said

Recounting the rhythms of the songs they never sang

Returning lost time to the dead

 

And for all the minutes she’d taken

And the seconds she couldn’t keep track

For the memories of her broken childhood

And the lovers she never took back

 

More of a ruin to Chrono

Were the minutes that she took away

By laying that metal upon her wrist

And bleeding out that day

 

Her eyes watched till half passed three

As the ticker came to a stop

And now she lays alone

In the minute the world forgot