There is something knowledgeable
in the way the watch ticks
making itself known
when the reluctant quiet emerges
a melodic ticking in the back of my skull
gives a pace
to thoughts finally set free
in the same way
the trees wave joyfully
entrancing leaves pulling
at my attention
its face stares back at me
knowing me just like he did
perhaps more
times changes
I feel waves
washing, shifting, changing me
would he recognize me now?
it becomes less certain
with each tick
tick
ticks that steady me like an anchor
but I'm going nowhere
as the leaves start to fall
Comments
It's funny how certain objects hold such power over us, especially the things once owned by a loved one we've lost. They can retain an almost magical quality or enchantment, one that can conjure up memories as if they were yesterday or on the other hand, remind us of just how much time has passed and how much we have changed since we saw them last. I feel this piece explores the themes of Loss and Time in a very emotionally intelligent way and with a beautiful subtlety, too.
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