Day after day, tick tock tick tock
Moments lost between the hands of my clock.
Waiting for the sweet pain of your departure
To relive all your words and cute gestures.
The pricking of your absence spreads,
Salty trails of loneliness down my bed.
Hours turn into months as the sun refuses to set,
You’ll be as late as you’ll be, working hard to forget
All the gaps and blank spaces in your memory
For the missing pieces of our love story.
The clock hands move slyly, winking at my desperation
As life goes on pause, waiting for you to set it in motion.
The whirr of the engine as it sinks into sleep
Is a sound so beautiful, it makes me want to weep.
But I push away the dishevelled hair and stray tears
As you come home and finally hope appears.