I say I said I spoke
trying to enunciate
how things change

anything and all
adapt to seasons
that is obvious

for nothing
remains with
the ticking clock

untouched
nor can tocks be undone
or seconds stopped

immutable are
only the hours and second hands
mine are dust

that touched you
long ago with sweetness
when

the clock did seem to
pause
take a break

or was that too-
all in my head?