The clock is ticking.
It's mocking me.
As I lie in this bed, where our love was spent time and time again.
The clock makes me aware of the time.
The clock makes me think on the past, future and present.

The clock speaks.
Reminding me of what we had.
Painting what we could have been.
And telling me what we are now.

The clock. The time.
When has time done me justice?
Its supposed to get better in time.
But the clock ticks, mocks, and pesters me.

As I lay in my bed.
I fear the silence.
I dread the night.
I loath sleep.
Dreaming of you.

Waiting for you to come to me once again.
Wrap your arms around me.
Bring me the peace I so desperately need.

The clock ticks.
And I need you.