Hands Of Time

I remember the clock on your wall the last

night I was there.

I remember paying more attention to it that

night for some reason, the night before you left

town.

I remember the time I left... the time we made love

I remember the time you held me in your arms and told

me you would return. The clock was white with sky blue

and the hands were in black trim.

It was two a.m when we made love, three a.m when you

held me.. five a.m when I you left

andI never saw you again.

By: Victoria Deering