I Had a Pocketwatch Locket
You tore the hinges from my heart,
held separate parts suspended
to close the beats leaves unsecure
the ends we neither hoped for nor foresaw –
when I let you
see the inner workings poured and set
without minding more those delicate gears
set for an acceptable time
when answers are
mistaken as false alarms
which wake the dormant passions
never allowing us to rest
when I cannot
reset my alarm to any other moment
knowing time has bolted
whenever you expect features
beyond my model years
when a pocketwatch
cannot survive a wave, a fall, and a rending
of the mechanisms allowing its existence
as a keeper without memory
