the clock ticks — Evan Fandrei

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the clock ticks

the clock ticks
the memories less thick
i progressed, as one does
but the problems
that once were
cannot
be fixed

there are new ones,
and with each tick
my heart shrinks
as soon
as i thought
i grew one

you were mine
and you were so close,
but sharing my fears
only scared you,
our conversations
scribbles on the
paper walls i tear through

acceptance turned to stone
and your broad shoulders
i asked to lift my weight
were royalty
i swore
to dethrone

towering over me
my future came overly
quick
the lust, then the hurt
only made us worse
oh, it was searing
and as reckless
as the sympathies
i begged to be hearing
but no

that isn’t truth
that is no embrace
i want or need
not my veins that bleed
nor the chains
you say you’ll unlock
in order for me,
your guardian angel,
to be freed

so with bound hands
and frayed ends,
the hand makes its rounds
about the clock,
like the most cunning
of party tricks

and there is no way
i’d rather spend
the next ticks
without
you

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