sometimes,
when we lay between the sheets
i forget the hours that tick by,
while you lay and keep watch.
your heart beat ticking
as the clock's hands wave by.

sometimes,
in a drunken haze,
the only prayer i can think to recite
is your name;
though you utter another's.

sometimes,
i thought i saw that minute twinkle in your eyes,
that died out long before
i had the chance to inscribe it;
sometime between those weary nights
and sleepless mornings,
stained with unspoken promises and
clouded regret.

sometimes,
i think you forget-
that my heart was always yours to keep,
though yours kept ticking
while mine remained frozen in time.