I took the clock off the wall, When you’re picture fell From the golden suns And the azure moon. I dedicate this night to you Where the face stays down And the hands don’t move. The hands won’t move. Hands that misled me. Hands that erased me. The raindrops that once sheltered me so warmly In a hollow shroud Will never taste quite the same. And the ocean that I followed Will never ebb again. Drowning in the jadeite tide Mouthing the words into the air, Hoping that my prayer can reach someone Who needs to hear it. Tears of smoke To match my grayer complexion Make rings around my eyes. And the hands don’t move.