Aug 26

Twelve Hours

You wiped the cold cloud tears from my face,
Flicking them to the ground.
Though I knew it was pointless
New ones kept falling all-day.
It was just a gesture 
Of caring, of getting close one more time,
Before you left like yesterday.
But as I slept I knew that those twelve hours 
Would be nothing compared to the years
That you will spend elsewhere.
You hand leaves me and I watch
As if someone has moved the clock slower
You leave me 
Like those twelve hours ago.