time passes

The timing was never right, our clock never quite chimed,

the moment was always wrong, too ill timed,

the seconds ticked past, i couldnt make my pass,

as the hours flew by, i reached an impasse,

days turned to weeks, i saw you falling for him,

still i sat silent, just biding my time,

by week three you were a couple it seemed,

months drove on, you made the life you had always dreamed,

the years flowed by, you got married i saw,

had a family, so loving and pure,

i sat watching the clock, its hands creeping onwards,

the man in the mirror growing older, weathered.

The passing of time, so kind to you all,

i could never complain, it is what you deserved,

a passage of time, that gave passion and life,

and i know that you make the perfect wife,

i often wonder late at night, if the time had been different,

if my shyness had lessened, would this have been us,

sharing in the wonders,

eyes open wide, to be by your side, or was it destiny,

that our clocks remained unsynchronised,

that time was never on our side.

Thank you for reading.
kyle(The clock watching poet)