Quarantine Poetry Day 47-The Clock

Time locked

The hands of the clock froze

As we talked

For the first time in days

Silence had been the prime choice

To solve our problems, but not today

We locked eyes with each other

You pulled out the batteries of the clock

And our talk clattered louder than minutes

For the first time in days

Roaring our actions as we spat out our demands

Our problems growled and hissed

Our mouths locked into sneers

And the clock leered over us

As our snapping tongues talked

For the first time in days

Our hearts howled as if love was a full moon

These words a storm front, electric filling up the sky

Our names became locked upon our tongues

Our bodies, clocks ticking down the moments

We talked about our lifetime

For the first time in days

Recognizing with locked words

The clock our journey had stopped

As we talked for the last time

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