Three AM

The clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days. I just stare intently, because if I take a second to look away, another year flashes past me. I remember the days when I worried not the time, the year, I could walk beside it. But now I just can't keep up. If I watch closely, the clock will never move, and I can sit here next to you. Seems like we both play this waiting game.

Your eyes tell me a different story. Where there used to be lines and lines of days well spent, i see a vacancy. I see a lost child trying to find her way home. The streets you used to walk so proudly down you now rest upon a bench.
Waiting.
I don't know what you're waiting for, but I fear I may lose you. If I don't follow close, you'll wander away. just like the day. Maybe it's me. Maybe I just can't keep up with anything anymore. I'm just...
Tired.
Worn thin. I shouldn't be. And all I ever wanted was to be set free, but I think if you opened the cage, I would just sink into the ground and rot away. Like a rose in the dead of winter, I never stood a chance.

As I watch you waiting, I wonder what you're thinking. When all along, I've always known. I wish I could carry you to a place where you can smile again, but those wings I'm just not ready to give you yet.
Please stay a little longer. We don't have to talk, just let me sit beside you. For just a little while longer.