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