Sunday, October 09, 2011

Mean Time

The clocks slid back an hour
and stole light from my life
as I walked through the wrong part of town,
mourning our love.

And, of course, unmendable rain
fell to the bleak streets
where I felt my heart gnaw
at all our mistakes.

If the darkening sky could lift
more than one hour from this day
there are words I would never have said
nor have heard you say.

But we will be dead, as we know,
beyond all light.
These are the shortened days
and the endless nights.

-- Carol Ann Duffy (via The Guardian's Poem of the Day)

1 comment:

Gerry Snape said...

Brilliant woman...great post...very thought provoking. Thankyou.