Mean Time- Carol Ann Duffy

The clock slid back an hour

and stole light from my life

as I walked through the wrong part of town,

mourning our love


And, of course, unmendable rain

fell to the bleak streets 

where I felt my heart gnaw at all our mistakes.


If the darkening skies could lift 

more than one hour from this day

there are words I would never have said

nor have heard you say.


but we will be dead as we know, 

beyond all light.

These are the shortened days

and the endless night.


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