Tick tock goes the clock as I wait for my sentencing
I stare at the ceiling thinking about my crime; a crime of passion.
I loved too much, too deeply, without an accomplice
I look at the clock and think of the power it has
I've begged for it to stand still some mornings; PLEASE just ONE more minute
And now I'd like nothing more than for it to move in reverse. I want to undo what I've done.
I want another chance.
Its face stares into mine and then laughs while it watches me cry.

I wanted so much to have an accomplice in this crime
I wanted to believe that I could
But never a word spoken. Silence became a weapon against me
I tried to embrace it and look for actions that spoke to me
But they were inconsistent and confusing. I needed the words
In a moment of vulnerability I spoke
I spoke of such things as killing time and better things
Instead of enjoying the moment and asking of love

I didn't know that I was pushing my accomplice away
I didn't know of my offense
I only knew of my desperation to fight the silence that was crippling me
He couldn't know as I hacked away at him with my childish words how I've misread silence in the past
How silence spoke volumes that I never heard; and how hurt I had been
Why didn't I just tell him?

So I sit in purgatory. And as I had with love, I am again without control.
Wondering if I'll be given time
Or will I be set free? And the irony again. I am a criminal who wants time.