Stop Clock

I keep

The fears

Turning

In my mind

Like a clock

I’m winding

My own gears

Making it work

When I already

Had it stopped

I wonder

Who you’re touching

With your eyes

Or lips or mind

I wonder who

I’m thinking of

When I begin

To wind

Time is moving

Like a wheel

To a new place

Instead of changing

Hours

I think I’m changing

Face

Slowly

You’re becoming

Someone I used

To know

And the sadness

Is becoming old

– it’s an old friend

Anyway,

I know.

I’m winding gears

That have already

Stopped

With thoughts

That wonder

If my lips

Were the last

You touched

And if it

Matters at all

Time

Has a way

Of locking

Things in amber –

Moments

We can’t erase

Some that we

Chase

With other people

I want to

Stop

Winding gears

In the clock

That was

Us

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