his wrists she circles tight in hand

I smile in pain of this last dawn

That silver is my wedding band

Do put that tarnished fucker on

No, really, it's my last of morns

here drinking coffee in this pew

you'd think that danger never warned

or walked the hallway tiles with you

the sun slants through the colored glass

creating daggers on the floor

you stand erect in black and brass

with hazel eyes that I adored

the fittings on my watch distract,

the band too tight across a wrist

I beg the clock to turn time back

but count the ticks until you kiss.

Right now, time flows as gooey stuff

to pull your normal day from fast

It's early, darling, please don't rush

the moments that will be my last