somewhere in the distance

a clock stops ticking because

you haven't replaced the batteries

in a very long time.

 

and then the comfort of the

sound is gone, and you realize

you miss her so much or the 

idea of her you loved so much.

 

you smile at the memory,

because you didn't smile

when you should have;

you didn't say you loved her.

 

you always curse the rain

when it's here, and then

you miss it so much

when it's gone.

 

well, she always came and

went with the clouds

anyway.

 

it's like you curse your past

for being your past

and then you cry when you

can't remember.

 

it's hard to just live

simply when the alarm is

broken and she is nowhere

near to you at all.

 

even though she could just

be down the road.

you never checked, even though

you said you loved her

[but not to her].