The Watch

Lamentations of Separation

Ticking clock and post hoc thought of thee,
Echo from that empty open drawer,
These sleepless vacant sheets could not foresee, 
Sad paucity of beating hearts, Amour, 

Yesterday, you left for your tomorrow,
You bundled up your life, but left my
Heart to hold thy melancholy sorrow,
‘Twas weight too great to ferry and still fly,

So now my blinking eyes fall out of sync,
With metronomic click of curse-d clock,
That meters out the minutes as I think,
How once eternal love became this shock,

Of losing you, ma seule raison d'être,
And how our time has come to this last straw.

- Scott Alexander McKenzie