The clock is broken,

Ticking backwards.

Maybe that means

She will lose all that time

Or all that pain.

She wished never happened

Rewinding sounds so good

So she sits there staring

At the hands

And at that face.

The gears are spinning

In time with Pluto,

Way too slowly

And the clock is returning,

Back to reality

But now she’s four hours behind.

Trying to catch up,

She calls back to 1996

To see. If he still needs her

Maybe he’ll pick up

The phone rings on and on

Like church bells,

Or empty echoes in and empty heart.

He comes on with a

“Sorry I missed you…”

But that is just something

she doesn’t want to hear again.

Hangs up, turns around

The clock stops

And she goes down.