Until You Come Back To Me

by Zoe Stephens   Feb 20, 2006


Half the bed is empty,
the warmth
has now gone cold.
Though I know we shall be together
until we both grow old.
But while you are away from me,
the clock inside me stops.
The sands of time stop running
only tear
drops
drops
drops.
Crash!
Like glass, it breaks
on the shelf on which I sit
awaiting your safe return.

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