I can hear my watch ticking,
I never noticed it before.
Every thought I think keeps sticking,
on my brain, on my mind, on the walls.
It's rarely silent in this house,
but when it is, it isn't good.
Gets me thinking, freaks me out,
puts me in a terrible mood.
If I keep thinking,
I'll start sinking,
it won't take too long.
Weighted memories pull me down,
and remind me I'm not strong.
It's a cold December,
but I remember,
the days of sun and smiles,
the days we drove for miles,
but now they're gone and they're not coming back.
Because the past is the past,
and it's in the rear view mirror for a reason.
The future holds a brand new path,
and gives me something to believe in.
I wrote this after a Skype session with Jenna where she mentioned hearing her watch ticking for the first time. It inspired this poem.
