WAITING

Holding the cross in swollen ocean raging sight. 

while scratches removed words from written tombs
silence screams itself to the echo that sleep denies 
darkest covers hold no golden surprise but gnaws within the greater fight 
This autumn of tingling falling emotion 
related moments 
remain executed in past folded albums 
doors greet late goodbyes and the million seconds run from time 
This vacant space rented free yet paid and paid. 

Twelve times those clocks struck
which
one was only mine