The clock never stops
tick tock tick tock
He thought it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things
It was only a moment of anger and uttered words of hurt
But now they would always be the last words he said.
Why hadn’t he blurted out he loved her instead.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
I wrote this a while back but I am using it for open link night at d’Verse as it has been a moment that continues to haunt me, the idea that we often don’t know what those last words will be or when the last moment will happen and that we have so little control over it all, the clock never stops…
I took the image from flickr Rachael Towne- Antique clock.