The Clock

She looks at the clock
Waiting
The unlocking of the door
No words
The distant looks
Separate rooms
Separate lives
Soon
Separate ways
The clock kept ticking
Ticking, ticking, ticking
Next week
Her new life
An hour passed
Strange
She felt it
That eerie feeling
Shook her
The doorbell ringing
Hit her like a bolt
The unlocking of the door
No words needed
So strange
The clock had stopped ticking.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Sometimes we have to grit our teeth & get thru the first few hours, the first few days & weeks of that intense pain when things are first cut off between two people. The clock seems to be my own personal sentinel, when it comes to pain, waiting for when it’s time to take another pain pill. I’m feeling the blend of these two situations, both heartache & bodyache accentuated by the ticking clock. Your writing resembles the very sensations you’re trying to convey (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

Time always keeps you waiting.
You'll know from your recovery.
Which is remarkable.

[barleygirl]

Thanks *smile*

[Terry L & Linda L Shuff]

I can remember going through these tumultuous times.You have capsulated these trying episodes.

[Paul Bell]

Not the best time in anyones life.

[Neville]

That's time for you, there's just no accounting for it or the changes that occur within it.... the only certain thing is, we all ultimately account for it.......An enjoyable and thought provoking poem without question, thank you Paul........ Neville

[Paul Bell]

Yes, someday it will certainly stop for us.

[Chris Shaw]

When you are enjoying life each moment flies by, but when you are troubled by problems or even if you can't sleep at night, that clock goes on ticking, but barely moves. The seconds drag by when you are unhappy. And I can remember when I first met my husband and most of our courtship was over the phone at the beginning, how the clock stood still till the phone rang. In a way our lives at times can almost be governed by the clock. At least I am past the days of clocking in now. I enjoyed your poem Paul, thanks for the read.

[Paul Bell]

The good old days of the phone.
Makes the heart grow fonder.
Plus it worked out in the end, since you married him.

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, we got to know each other over the phone very well. Months apart, and the heart does grow fonder when you are separated. Been married for 35 years, no complaints.

[Beccy]

Attachment is a very powerful force. Our brains has been wired to make sure we remain connected no matter it may be hopeless.

Letting go has always been the hardest thing to do. Lately, I watch my son grow, note the change in is interaction with others and know the time will soon come when I am no longer the whole of his world.

Beccy.

[Paul Bell]

Aw Beccy, Charlie growing up to fast.
You'll always be his mum. Plus, you'll still need to drive him around.

[sette]

why is it easy to love someone yet when the time comes that you have to go on separate ways, time stood still and all you just want to do is to be at a corner and cry your heart out but you can't because you have to put up a brave face to show that everything will be alright.