And The Clock Has Stopped.

Boiling. Red. Hot.

Lava is my veins, when I think of you.

Working harder for paper than you’ve ever worked at us.

Bills worth more than any amount of my trust.

But why?

They say you don’t know what you got til it’s gone..

Well mom?

tick tock. Tick tock.

I have realized,

Realized, no matter how loud I scream

What I want you to be is only a dream

Never to be reached,

always seeping through fingers

Like sweat through my pores.

And once again, you leave.

Walk out the door.

Handing me off like some free sample

never to be seen again.

You are gone. Sunshine in the dead of night.

Piece by piece I crumble.

A billion shards of glass I tumble.

How ironic, the one who taught me

Not an option is hate

The only person I see with disdain.

Loathing so strong, it vibrates my core

I am numb. I don’t feel you anymore

And no matter what future promises you make,

What you’ve done will forever be louder

Than anything you say.

And when the fire simmers to a few hot coals,

I start to wonder.

Questions flood my mind,

 a river so high that planes float on by

Where did you go? Where have you been?

For all I know you’ve disappeared, dead.

Are you coming home? Will I see you again?

Tick tock. Tick tock.

But you don’t. And I don’t.

And the clock has stopped.