Now, every clock ticks the minutes with the same don’t-go, please-go cadence as the one across from the hospital bed, in the emergency room, at hospice. Even time says its goodbyes.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Now, every clock ticks the minutes with the same don’t-go, please-go cadence as the one across from the hospital bed, in the emergency room, at hospice. Even time says its goodbyes.