(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Call Me...Al(For Ruthie)

The clock ticks
but Time

has stopped
paying attention.

The clock
is left

talking to itself.

Time has eloped
with Death.

Memory searches
everywhere for you.

You have become
a night of stars

that the Past
holds to itself

the rain of twenty
years ago

stll falls
in the mind

empty of knowing

connecting nothing
to nothing

the line
erasing itself

as it is
drawn.

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Comments (1)

Only death stops time and yet somehow time goes on but we don't know that it is.....we are asleep Ruthie