time

i've lost my watch,
again, somewhere it ticks
below a bed, on
a bike path, in the
woods, or in some car,
but not for me.
slowly the second hand
swims around the deep
blue face of time,
with it's shiny glass,
and silver band of stain
less steel, perhaps.
it may go on forever,
keeping the hours and
minutes straight, with
no memory of me, my wrist,
the extension of my arm.
even the days will click
by into months, without my
knowing. i've lost
my watch again, but
strangely or not, i'm
already past it with
this new one.