In a drawer it lay dusted with the years

In a drawer, it lay, dusted with the years,

a watch with hands frozen, pointing at midnight,

a moment before change, caught under my fears,

every tick like a heartbeat, a fight for the light.

I found it today, in the chaos, a glimpse,

of laughter, of tears, of a past that went dark,

when time turned its back and the hope lost its winks,

just a cold, broken memory, a dead little spark.

What time stole away, I can’t get it back,

but I listen for whispers in silence's embrace,

that once, with each tick, my world stayed on track,

a life measured in moments, that now leaves no trace.