time it ticked again again

Time – it ticked – again – again
And stroked the hand of sorrow
I may be here today she said –
But will I be tomorrow

Will it come – should I wait
And part with dreams to please
Your sentiment of heartfelt grief –
I shan’t – I will not ease

Ergo time ticked – it would not stop
To lend more time to share
The mood – the sun’s mortality
Portrayed its own despair

Despair one ought defeat – (with time)
The dawn of a new day
A chance encounter tomorrow brought
And waved despair away