I glanced at the clock,
it was nearly that moment again,
that odd time of day;
too early to end something,
yet, too late to begin something new.
It was almost that time.
The hands were slowly
but constantly making their way
into place, as if they were
expecting the whole world to give
a standing ovation.
But, I disregarded it.
I sat still, and watched it
come and go.
I didn’t feel anything.
I knew now there must be three dozen
more souls and one dozen less.
Yet, I was indifferent.
I looked as the fingers ticked
to 3.01, and it was then
I realised - I was alone.
All alone, and my last conversation
was nearly three months ago
and it was almost nine weeks since
he left me.
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I have to add you to my favorites. I have read several pieces and am hooked. This one is one of the best I've read so far...okay aside from the coffee one.
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Wow. This was very emotional and sad. I liked it, hope it was fiction though. Keep up the great work!
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