Poem on Regret and Heartbreak

When clocks forget the vows we used to keep,
And sundials stain with shade where noon once glowed,
I count the hollow hours, long and steep,
That rose like bread but fell a heavier load.

You were the hinge on which my mornings turned—
Now dawns arrive unhinged, a gaping door.
Each tick a tiny funeral, I’ve learned,
For touches I can’t summon anymore.

The future promised us a double flame,
But fate has torn the wick and split the oil.
I whisper backward your forgotten name,
A ghost who haunts the garden of my toil.

So let the minutes mock me while they climb—
Lost time is just the rhythm of your goodbye, slow as rhyme.