Lying in my bed I hear the clock tickin,
And think of you
Caught up in circles of confusion -
Is nothing new
Flashback - warm nights -
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after -.........................
Sometimes you picture me -
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said -
Then you say - go slow -
I fall behind -
The second hand unwinds.....................................((sometimes we realize others don't know of our pain of a loss and sometimes we just gotta let it go and start over)).......................................
I am Ward.....
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