Stop the clock

Stop the clock.
How can it have been this long since I looked into your face, your deep shimmering eyes.

Stop the clock.
How is it possible that the country has a new prime minister, that we have had wind storms and strikes and daily news that just keeps on coming.

Stop the clock.
How is it possible I’ve forgotten things, what was your favourite song? Did you love watermelon like the rest of us do.

Stop the clock.
I don’t want to say years ago, I don’t want to say anything that puts you in the past tense. Away from the now.

Stop the clock.
Darling can you still hear me, can you see me in this distant place?

Stop the clock.
Stop the clock.
Stop the clock!

But it never stops.
It just keeps ticking on, taking me further into the future and you further into the past. Apart through the powers of time.

Yet we are together in many many ways, I know. I’m told so. I feel so.

Our paths will always cross, our hearts will beat as one and our souls will meet in dream land.

But still…

Please stop the clock.

Albie’s gift