Another Season by Michel Faber

[simone-remy.livejournal.com]

On your bedside cabinet:
a wristwatch with a very quiet tick.
You are too sick to wear it anymore.
It's the old fashioned kind.
It does not know it is forgotten.
It takes up hardly any space.
Its face points at the window.
It sees the trees in miniature,
You do not see the trees at all.
Spring it was, when you last wore this watch.
Your watch is keeping time for you.
When you are ready, it's tiny hands
will show they never stopped
being utterly
loyal.

Comments

[mirmusing.livejournal.com]

haunting

[simone-remy.livejournal.com]

I thought so, I heard him read it on the radio, it's about his wife who died, it really touched me

[duathir.livejournal.com]

Very moving; thank you.

[simone-remy.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome