Your Old Clock

Quiet mornings, still nights
No conversation, no dialogue
The only sound that remains
The ticking of your clock

Busy mornings, sleepless nights
Ringing phone, restless mind
The only solace that remains
The ticking of your clock

Travel mornings, hotel nights
Strange conversation, stranger bed
The only silence that remains
The ticking of your clock

Weekend mornings, late late nights
Groggy conversation, aching heart
The only presence that remains
The ticking of your clock

Or is that you I hear
in the ticking of your old clock
Or is that you I see
in the motions of my old life

The only presence that matters
The ticking of your clock
The only presence that remains
The ticking of your clock