tock…
lost an hour
tick
came and went
tock
without a sound
tick
minutes spent
tock
out of phase
tick
broke a step
tock
ask me not
tick
time bereft
slips by unawares
shortened hours to minutes none
left a wake of gaps and holes
an empty space forever gone.
open
close
bleary-eyed
a place denied
when fast asleep
to lose
to grieve
from two to three
to mourn what takers reap.
swept away
or blown apart
or never really there
the missing tocks
and yearning ticks
are balanced in this air.
©robertgreig28march2009
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