The Clock

Sometimes I wish you could hear me. Screaming at you as your endless span bares on. As you pull away the ones I love, the ones I cannot live without. My horrific cries at night cannot keep the demond out. He is leaving and I can't do anything about it. He is leaving and I can't stop it. I can't let him go. 

Why do you sit there so shallowly, with the ticks of your arms circle time away? I need him to stay. I need him to be with me so desperately because l have tried life without him. 

Walking the cold streets with my two feet burning in the snow. Watching the rain fall, as if it were that easy for him to stay. I stand in front of you. Trying so hard to ignore your purpose. But, as a clock, you will always defeat me in my time I of need. And him, as he moves away to a warmer climate, as his memory of me fades, my soul chills. Softly burning within me is a heartache.