The Fractured Clock

The clock face glares, a mocking, sterile white, Each tick seemed like a hammer striking a blow upon my soul. If I could rewind, erase the darkened night, And make our fractured story whole, I'd turn back time, erasing all the bitter stings, The careless words, the thoughtless, and the cruel neglect. I'd learn to value the happiness that you bring upon my heart, And treat your heart with all reverence and respect that you deserve. If I could journey back to that sweet start, Before the cracks and fissures started to penetrate deep tearing us apart, I'd hold you closer, and cherish every part, And the promises of devotion I would keep. I'd love you more, with every breath that I drew, You would be the constant flame that I would consume for all my days. I'd give my heart, eternally to you to keep, Forever lost in the sunlight of your loving gaze. I wouldn't flee, nor be afraid of my lovers embrace, No longer would I be blinded by my selfish fear. I'd find my home within your gentle space, And banish shadows, holding on to you forever throughout any storm. But time, relentless, marches ever on, A one-way street, with no U-turns. All I can offer is a mournful sigh, A whispered plea, that will be forever lost in the passing crowd.