Pocket Watch

I found my old pocket watch today,
Rediscovered its timeless charm.
My love decided to go away,
Gone with a spectral hand on my arm.

I can wind up this watch anytime,
Control its hands as I will, and
The same is true of you – cross the line.
You tell me nothing with your hand.

I clutch its shining gold lustre,
Things such as these never desert.
Arguments we had; so much bluster,
In the end no meaning, just hurt.

Here I am among my possessions,
Lamenting the truths that cannot
Be denied. Will we learn the lesson,
That love and lovers can be too hot?

I can wind this watch for all my days,
Acquiring goods to fill the space,
Distracting me from thinking up ways
To win you back, to kiss your face.