The Passage of Time

The ticks and marks of the clock
Go on and on

Every second, minute, and moment
I want you back

The bee soars over to the next flower
Time to pollinate

He died three days later
Got caught in between a couple of twigs in a field

they were sooting the land when you parked outside my house
I stared at you as you wiped a tear from your eye before getting out

Everything around me is a color I can’t perceive
So what am I seeing?

This happened when you left
Took the dog, crashed into the mailbox, drove away

The fox snuggles up under a tree for shade
Awaiting the night

Before the night can come
Some teenagers ambush him and skin him alive

Now I don’t look at your pictures
Now I don’t call your phone

The town I drive through is finally changing
The colors are visible  

The garbage cans in front of people’s homes
Just don’t smell as bad as they used to

The ducks in the pond search for fish
I notice it

My vision, my thoughts consumed
Are now viable to new sights and sensations

I have come to realize you weren’t what I thought
You weren’t worth waiting for

The dog runs away and finds me
 at a 7/11 on a Thursday
You are nowhere to be seen

I take him in, bath him, and try to be reminded of you
I am not

We cuddle up on the couch
I read a book, he chews on a bone

The chickens in their coop lay eggs
And do not think of the things I do

They only know how to be present
I am present, but that isn’t enough

I wanted you, for so long, to be that enough
But you weren’t

If everything was made for me
Why am I not happy?

You weren’t the Jewel
I was; I was the enough

The search for meaning, the yearn for something
The bee wants the pollen, the fox wants the night

But no matter how many years pass,
People die, or lovers leave

I will still be, existing to satisfy myself
Watching the passage of time