The clock ticks as time passes by
My mind has been itching to write about how life has been lately
But just when I’m about to scribble my thoughts, my pen withdraws at the last second
Was I too tired to write?
Did I run out of words to use?
Why am I being like this?
I ask myself these questions as if I don’t already know the answer
My mind wants to write but my heart refuses to move
A part of me wants to let go while the other is still holding on
Because deep inside I know that once I’ve written about it, there really is no going back
So I’m letting the clock tick one more time
Until I can write about the love that we had as it went by