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.