Tick tock goes the clock,
Tick tock, it's time to take stock
To gather as a flock
Because the lock in our keys
Disables our deeds.

Her words were sock
I was too frail to look
Early days seemed bright
But coming days looked pale

Her soul I yearned
But away she ran
As time ascends
We couldn't condescend

Your thoughts were my pillows
And those feelings like willows
They transitioned into something
Way more than nothing
All I ask is for is for your tender soul
To come back to the hole we once shared
#Feelings
#Memories