Clock.Tick.Tick

The clock needle,

His voice

the silence

of the

deep night,

Mild.

winter,

nights,

Separation

from beloved,

A tried

body

Eyes

half open,

looking at

the clock

My spinning

head

A slightly

open door,

a cool

breeze

blowing

through the

windows,

Your memories,

body

shivering

from cold,

a cup

of tea

lying away

long

lonely

nights

useless

waking

eyes,

mild fever

the roof

the walls

walls

shadows

silence

half light

moon

stars

night clouds,

waving leaves

I'm scared

alone

with you

old memories,

with you and me,

May that

time come

back

You and Me

And this

gentle

ticking

of the

clock,