the hands of the clock were her merry-go-round
and she rides the gray horse
around, round, round
each dizzy whirl a year
a millennium
an eternity

it spins round, round
never stopping
never seeing
the girl with the revised smile
and the scratched-out heart

in just a moment
she will return to her world
the chapter of change predestined
her novel written for her
already?

in just a moment
it will happen
a slammed door
a plane lifting in flight
a world shattered

in just a moment
she will kiss his whispered promises
i’m here
i’m always here
and brush his hand
friction
and will say those words
good-bye

in just a moment
she will read his eyes
like the pages of her books
and will write his story around hers
in just a moment

the hands of the clock move on
and she stays on her gray horse
broken smile, broken heart
the moment; lost