I sit on the aching hour
Hands cupping the minutes
Fingertips trace the darting seconds
Each tick tock becomes definitive
Each breath clocks against the caverns of my chest
Where emptiness stirs with time
An explosion waiting on the click of a second
To memorialize aging love in rhyme
So I wrap my hands tight around yearly notions
Though the movement of the hours tears my skin
Ivory features shift beneath me
So ageless and dying within
The seconds crawl up and down my arms
Across my veins minutes dwindle away
Time pulses through my fibers
To forget about you
On the hour I sit and wait
pic is time by natdatnl from deviantart.com
