I watch you, my daughter as you hold your baby close
You sit opposite me and we make polite conversation
You ask me how my day was and I ask you the same
The minute hand ticks by
Echoing in the listening room
And I wonder when we forgot each other?
When we stopped knowing each other?
I see the distant look in your eyes when you look at me
You’re masking something
Tell me, my love. Tell me…
The ticking clock grows louder
Reminding us both that we have no words to share
When did I lose you, my Love?
Was it when I worked endlessly?
Was it when I had a house full of expectation to please?
Was it when I left you in your room alone rather than ask you why the silence?
The clock beats against my heart
I have not much time
And I feel a murmur from that ticking heart raise up into my throat
The words ‘I love you’ about to rush forth
My body crippled with pain reaches out, aching to draw you close
you’ve turned away, lifted your daughter near your ticking heart
The way I used to carry you…
The murmur replaces itself, words not spoken
The minute hand keeps ticking
My heart broken.