With the seconds growing old into days and years.
The sunset grew older into the sunrise of the next day,
And the grey hairs in my head grew older until they fell out and found a home in the hospital bed.
The words rotted with age and fell like an apple from a tree,
While the seasons grew older.
The clutches of Old Man Winter came back again for the 157th time,
And the records screamed, "Why don't you love me back?"
Enveloped in the arms of the trees and flowers,
The stars made me a home to wait for you in.
Growing older from seconds.
And to years.
The hands holding my lungs together caved in.
The palm of the Moon grew old and tired.
Waiting in the graves.
The seconds grew old again.