Tick Tock

i look at the walls around me bootleg-moonshine shadows dancing a waltz atop nighttide's stage yet i am empty of my own emotion alone, covered in reflections of us. i still smell your scent linger in every deep breath within this humid air and i choke up another piece of me as the hands of time rape me of all my colored thoughts i now dream in black and white in a room dressed the same. the clock laughs in seconds mocking raindrops on rooftops my eyes cry the same tune over and over again as time becomes my enemy i can almost hear your footsteps tracing the stairs, approaching me they fill the voids within my heart, momentarily, yet it beats no more for love than the clock on the wall, it's just there the same tick tock, tick tock... memories fade with night Verse a Favoured form,any theme Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand Sandra Adams 9/11/13