—YOU KNOCKED THE WIND OUT OF ME

 

Clocks

The clock, with its lazy eye, is trying to tell me there’s no time left, that the end is a sheet which won’t fit, a bolt of cloth that can’t quite reach up and cover my head to shield the sun.

When they put you down for good today, I lost whatever armor I ever had. Like an infant digging in sand, I fought the clock’s unravel, waiting for flags to rise so I could call and tell you, as usual, everything they said about this girl I knew and loved so much.