Hands of Time
Stop the clock,
turn back the time
tilt the hourglass over again
back to when I didn’t care
back to when,
you were not important…
my heart has been shaken,
it’s still reverberating
my thoughts populated
by memories of you…
you’re still here,
out of sight
but not out of mind
you’re still a part of me
your presence still lingers here…
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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