[Daycare Nation]

The poetry thread inspired me...

You left for a month last summer.
Your favorite clock sat ticking
on the countertop.
On quiet nights as we lay together,
I had listened to its heartbeat
and learned to love it.
When you were gone,
it told of the time you would return.
You did not.

I moved into another apartment.
Each night, as I lay alone in bed,
your favorite clock sat ticking
on the countertop, telling another time.
The heartbeat remained,
but the landscape of my heart had changed.

I moved it to the closet,
next to your things that I had filed neatly away,
where I could shut the door and keep it closed.
Still, I heard what it told me.
I moved it to another room.
We went through your things on the phone.
You told me what to throw away and what to send.
I never heard the clock again.


...post your own poems!