waiting for something to drop
watching movement on a clock
listening to time speaking to me
through the mouth of a piece of time
a Timex my grandpa gave to me
to always know what time it is
it was a time to die and he did
it was a time to cry and I did
it was a time of loss and it was
it was a time of confusion
and I was deeply lost in a maze
broken too it was hard to believe
thru the foggy mist of all the grief
I couldn't speak barely spoken
I shutdown I was no longer open
nor was I receptive to gifts of time