UNTITLED TIMEPIECE (last edited 4/11/00)

Sometimes I think
we are like an untitled timepiece
ticking together because it's our history
not knowing why....

it's scary to think
to think we are not as compatible
to know that just maybe... we are not as destined for love
as we dreamed
as we hoped
as we almost did and....

and now I feel. now I feel this effort lost
from this friend turned lover turning turning turning
just enough to hurt-
to pierce- a pin prick- ping
to make me think-
what now?
what now?
What now of these changes 
Is it time to let us go?

I asked Love- the abstract, what time it was?
but all I heard was the non-synchronized
tic tocs of our pocket watches- (silence)
our mechanical hearts like a symphony, 
powered by batteries 
that was paling towards their deaths. 

" This way madaam!" won't someone say?
while pointing a large red flashing arrow, screaming solution!
for that is what I need-
solutions! a suggestion! something more then this!

Our moments like leaves falling
then... CRUNCH! (accidentally beneath my feet)
What's happening to the dream we dreamed
wilting like leaves-
shall we leave?
shall we my friend turned lover turning turning turning- 

STOP!

What time is it on your watch?
tell me for words are like faded arrows
pointing to the solutions in the soft red lights

will we abandon this masterpiece turned mess that we've created
This untitled timepiece that seemed only right