I didn’t want the clock to tick,
I tore it from the wall.
Lost bolts, and screws, and marbles, cogs!
I waited for your call.
The ticks no longer tocked you see,
and tocks no longer teased;
no worries in my timeless home,
no bell at half-past-three.
But as the moments fleeted,
as moments often do,
I realised your clock still ticked,
and I was overdue
Rushed to reconstruct,
reassemble, redefine;
I left my heart out on my sleeve,
your heart ran out of time.