Your hands were steady as springtime rain
Turning gears where the moonlight wane
You build me hours from polished brass
Each tick a kiss,
each tock a gasp
The pendulum swings with our whispered vow
But time won't bend to the when or how
Now your workshop gathers dust like snow
Silent except for the ghost notes you stole
Oh, wind me tight in your silver chain
Let my heart keep your measured refrain
The stars may falter,
the moon may lie
But I'll sing our clockmaker's lullaby
Dawn may break what the night has spun
Yet every chime still calls me home
You left me cogs in an ivory case Tiny teeth for a love misplaced
The oil smells of your midnight skin
Still clinging to every almost and might have been
The town clock tolls its hollow cheer
While I adjust to a life half geared
Your absence ticks in my hollow chest
A maimed spring wound with unfinished breath
The blackbird perches on rusted hands
Sing in the hour nobody planned
We were gears that briefly met
Before the world's grey we reaped free
So I'll whisper to the escapement's sway
The last true thing you forgot to say
And when the main spring finally breaks
I'll join you in the clockwork's play
Where lovers drift in perfect time Their hands still tracing the old