Goodbye
Times are ticking, clocks stand still,
Yet memories flood, and flood they will.
Although the past comes trickling through,
The future is present with things to do.
Though hello is easy to say,
Toward departure I'll have to sway.
For holding up my conscious gloom,
Is no good to sweep up what is doomed.
I have parted, parted I will,
No one can make the clocks stand still.
Copyright © Slytherclaw Girl | Year Posted 2017
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