Slow Clock

The clock hangs from the wall mocking me....
As the nights hugs my loneliness with the fervor of long lost lovers....
Outside the world keeps on turning,
While within these walls time has slowed down to a crawl....

The sweet scent of your hair lingers in my soul....
Your laughter echoes through the wall...
And..
I swear if I close my eyes
I can almost feel your lips, softer than snow, fall on my skin...
And then, just then... the clock tick ticks...
Taciturn I awaken from the stupor hoping time has passed,
Wishing, perhaps, that fate would take pity on me and fasten haste to bring you close again...
Alas! Merely one second had passed....
Such is my life when you're gone.