Clocks Without Hands

The house repeats the names I've left behind
Dust writes quiet stories on the china lines
Shattered frames still cling to silent walls
And echoes of your laughter never answer when I call

The evening melts to ashen light
Sunset forgets its way back home
I ask the window where you've gone
It only weeps against the stone

Clocks without their hands keep circling our goodbye
Holding every second where your voice survived
I gather all the shadows your bright spirit threw
Living without your heartbeat means guarding the cross of you

The floorboards whisper lightly as I pass
As if they fear to wake the past
The flowers you once promised you would tend
Sleep beneath a sky that won't forgive or bend

My hands still search for any trace
Within the folds of what is real
But the needle threading every gate
Has sewn itself to night's sealed veil

Clocks without their hands keep circling our goodbye
Holding every second where your voice survived
I gather all the shadows your bright spirit threw
Living without your heartbeat means guarding the cross of you

I burned the letters I could never send
Ashen dust that learned to pray
If time insists on moving on
Let me stay inside this yesterday

Clocks without their hands keep circling our goodbye
The pendulum lies broken, silence owns the chime
Among my ruined keepsakes I cradle what we were
An echo breathing onward, refusing to disperse