The Ticking of the Tock

Whilst lying in this woe, I thought that once, I’d never feel,

I hear the ticking of the tock of time that won’t stand still,

The silence in-between, shrieks steady laughter through this heart,

Subdued, now, just a little, by botched attempts to disregard,

So taunting, is the smell, of sweetened dust and dank perfume,

This pillow, that indwells, the faint acknowledgment of you,

And as I try to dream the dream that silhouettes your face,

I’m awaken by the ticking of the tock that screams your name,

It's now, I know, this heart will always settle to lament,

For the ticking of the tock will never let this mind forget.