Unfinished Business:

3:45 AM:

TOD.
That's where it began,
and ended.
Clockwork, catching my tears,
once again.
Of these things, I could write everyday;

and, still the business of life,
would call us forward,

without,
undue, regret.

**
3:45 AM:

TOD (Three Years Later):

A father, struggles with his memories;
moaning, in his bed; mourning,
his life, his love.
A son, gathers his remorse,
with each cry through the walls.
A Mother, stands silently;
cast pewter, shined.
There is everything which breaks the silence
of our lives:

It echoes,
without fading,
in the hallway.

~sinfullyAnon. [September 16, 2008..rest now.]