The Broken Watch
Our time has all but stopped
Just like a broken watch
Our hands are bound, unable
to move a single notch
Pieces fitting tightly
are worn and slipping free
Now tension fills the springs
where the passion used to be
Our band of love is torn
And shredded to the core
It’s strength once at the buckle
Not holding anymore
We throw it in a drawer
To fix another day
Years have passed we realized
Our chance had slipped away
With hinges needing care
a face now scratched with years
We do not need to hold it close
To see its end is near
Engraved, though wearing thin
The underside reveals
“To my Wife with Love for Thee”
Across the broken seal
In my haste and folly
Set free the hands of time
On another’s wrist I see
A watch that once was mine
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