I walked thru my bedroom door,
turned off the overhead light and
crawled into my bed alone again.
And from a million thousand miles
I heard you turn and sigh.
A difficult time.
Such a difficult time to be us.
Was I nothing? Were we nothing?
Can that which starts as nothing
become self-sculpted, shimmering,
strong? I think it can : Therefore,
I am. You are. We are.
Listen very closely : tick, tock, tick, tock
for if you do then you'll hear the reason
I love you. For you tick when I tock.
Jon York 2025
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
I walked thru my bedroom door,
turned off the overhead light and
crawled into my bed alone again.
And from a million thousand miles
I heard you turn and sigh.
A difficult time.
Such a difficult time to be us.
Was I nothing? Were we nothing?
Can that which starts as nothing
become self-sculpted, shimmering,
strong? I think it can : Therefore,
I am. You are. We are.
Listen very closely : tick, tock, tick, tock
for if you do then you'll hear the reason
I love you. For you tick when I tock.
Jon York 2025
