When You Gave Me Your Watch

For the Writer's Cramp. About running away from love.

You gave me your watch.
I didn’t know what to do.
Then you leaned over and told me, “I love you.”
I looked at it’s face all silver and polished.
My scared reflection all reflected upon it,
So I faked a smile
One you couldn’t see through,
and ran away from me and you.

It’s heavy weight weighing down on my wrist
Measuring time with a tick-tock-tick.
Running away
Was it backwards or forwards?
I was Ruminating about the past. Ruminating the future.

The one where I loved you and you loved me.
A watch first, and then a wedding ring..
And like my parents….
The arguing
Where all those things I love about love
Begin to fester around us.
The shelf-life of it destroying us two.
Until nothing is left of me and you.

Unfortunately, I didn’t run far

As I ran faster so did you.
Running and Chasing,
Fleeing and Following.
Festering or thriving.
You loved me.

I knew, but I still threw your watch at you.
The springs and cogs had exploded downward,
When you figured out that we were through
Even though.... I loved you, too.

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