This alone time;
It never lasted long,
Tick, tick, tick,
Says the clock
That’s right!
Time to inflict herself,
On another unsuspecting:
You don’t run from,
Four weddings & a marriage,
Without there being,
Some kind of atonement,
The past was catching up with her,
Karma doesn’t stay buried in the ground,
She tells herself she doesn’t need him,
(to keep him safe),
But there’s that damn ticking again,
And time doesn’t grow on trees,
You know!
