That night, each second was twisted
Into another, something longer
Than before. And I was afraid,
I thought that I might get left behind
When all the clocks stopped.
I didn't have my own watch then,
Perhaps I was alone. A loner, with
A bag and a half eaten sandwich to her name.
That night, the stars went quickly
Blinking until they were blacker
Than the air. And I was amazed,
I hoped that I might get pulled along
With the last that disappeared.
I didn't have my own map then,
Perhaps I had got lost. Lost alone with
A face and soul that soon forgot my name.