The Clock Ticks

The seconds move on. Each minute, hour, day, year. The seconds move on and part of me does not. The days are right, the calendar come round again; it could be six years gone. The love is still the same; the ache may fade and change and become scabbed but that love does not. Six years gone and part of my heart still beats the seconds for you.

I hope I see the Moon tonight; always the same Moon, Pixie. Always your Dragon.