The Clock

Tick away, my dear friend,
As I stare at your face with no end,
In impatient anticipation of that waited hour,
Or perhaps the arrival of untellable terror,

You're the only friend when I'm loneliest,
My sole companion on sleepless nights,
Listening to my woes so patient,
Your ticks pounding like a a caring heart,

You hold me forever with your arms long,
Feeding me with the power to become strong,
Healing my wounds like I'd never thought,
Leaving behind even a scar not,

If only I could touch your face beyond the glass,
And your hands could reach out of the pin at last,
I'd embrace you 'til my arms hurt,
And hold you there, 'til we're pulled apart.