It's That Hour Of The Day

It's that hour of the day again.

Alas, it is not that year anymore...

The minute hand of my watch 

Does creep to its forever destined moment.

A moment that will repeat itself

Tirelessly, tediously, without relief,

But that moment will come no more...

..When I could hear the sound

Of my heart, excited, nervous

Beating more loudly than the thrum

Of those rusting, sputtering engines.

Or those few seconds, counted in a hand

When your voice, shy but soft

Hesitant but hearty, drowned out

The noise of their blasted horns.

I only hear these now, even now

As the sun is already setting.

It might rise tomorrow for your sky

But for me, that day will come no more...