A kiss is like a cuckoo clock

counting down the hours.

A sound to resonate and remind

the living and the liars.

 

Of all their promises to keep

and places you should be.

Lies that you should never tell

despite your fears decree.

 

Then chimes the loyal cuckoo clock

the hour, then the half.

Alerting you of time that’s lost,

an hour you can’t take back.

 

Quiet now is the cuckoo clock,

it’s lost all sense of time.

The gears were wound too tightly

with promises and lies.

 

Hush now broken cuckoo clock

and to your house reside.

To leave behind the silence

of a kiss that’s lost to time.