A Day gone by

The clock ticks fast
She slyly glides away,
Clad in good byes
More wistful than merry.
The stars give her an impish wink
As the brightening half moon
Entices the weary mind
To cede her the lost moments.
She peers through gaping holes
In glorious memoirs
that could have been.
The pensive man rests
His bent back on
Hard sack of half done jobs
And promises to be tended.
Sleepy eyes search
Behind their closed lids
Across the dark blank ceiling.
Hidden, she watches amused.
In the swelling stillness
Time slows.
The clock ticks loud.