What time is it?

I am no mathematician,
but time is constantly teaching
my little red heart
another direct lesson
in human subtraction

Minutes are lost

forever
as her second hand unfolds
and reveals a royal flush
that beats my deck
of fifty two cards

She has been unkind

to me
always beckoning angels
(or demons)
to escort another familiar soul
out of my world
into her own

Those numbers feed on restlessness
and reproduce
like an unruly weed
that grows beneath our sidewalks
then spits out the soil
of all earthly matter

leaving us cold, bitter,
and alone

Her hourly song
is a harsh reminder
of mortality
and time gone
is just that
but hey, at least I'm still counting
as time continues to subtract
my youth

and daddy, too