Time Is the Knife

Each week that goes by Draws more blood from my veins Time is the knife Inflicting my pain I count the hours Minutes, per day Like a harrowing crash I can’t look away From the steady tick tick Of the clock on the wall Reminding me daily That you haven’t called Each shift of the hand Seals further my fate Stabs more at my heart Locks tighter the gate Ironic, is it not? That you used to be mine And we started..and ended... In a moment in time.