We’ve been staring at this clock for ages now.
It doesn’t tick or tock, the hand just glides smoothly,
Over the face,
No interruptions, or time to weep,
Just swift seconds, dragged
What are we doing here?
Why are we like this, stuck still,
In slow motion? What’s our
“Are we dolls now?”, I wonder,
Trying to force back the hands of time.
Trying to unwind the memories that passed us by, so that,
We maybe end up back where we started.
So that we’re maybe happy again.
So that maybe we don’t slit our wrists out of pure boredom?
Another aeon has passed and you haven’t blinked once.
I’ll give you a call when I get out of here.
When I’m free.
And I’ll hope to God at least you’ll close your eyes once.
And I’ll hope to God that you speak to me again, that you pick up the phone, and utter the words, “Take me with you.”
And I’ll hope to God we’ll never see our own faces again because you’re always in my reflection,
And it sickens me.
Adieu, mein puppe-gesicht Freund.