from the end
another started –
a place was ours before
tho pieces have
been lost along the way
neglected to my keeping
trusted far too much
hidden in a box
buried deep
ancient hieroglyphics
carved into these walls
music plays
some nights
to drive me mad
heaven understands
how prayers have gone awry
every plan for getting home –
a flaw
jaded by a promise
to keep my heart for you
cheated by the sounding
of the clock

. . .