It matters to me, not.
I have discarded my watch
And I need new batteries for my clock.
But you're not here to remind me
"Replace the batteries"
Or, "Put on your watch."
Time...it no longer exists for me.
It's meaningless, pointless.
I sit around unsure, and restless.
Alone, as I eat my breakfast.
Time...that's what you didn't have for me.
To busy doing this, supposed meetings.
You always walked out, left me
Calling out, pleading.
But did you stay? No. You walked out one day.
You never came back.
TIme after time I waited.
Waited for you.
Watched the clock.
Counted the days.
I remember the time.
I remember the date.
The last day I was fine
And unfilled with hate.
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