Time In Spring

Things were better when there was two, and
not all the lights were trapped on to you.
The Clock would tick for her daily routine as
you would waste in your misery.
Lying on this bed counting the tiles ahead you had no clue.
You had no clue what wasting time did to you.
If I was yours time would freeze, and it would just be you and I in our memories. We could stop clocks and watch leaves because fall is over and now is spring.