Meet me
beneath the clock tower and tell me that I’m yours again.
Meet Me Beneath the Clock Tower by Paige Murray
Our time is short here, but with you, everything seems endless. The ticking is getting faster now and it feels like we’re running out of time, but it doesn’t matter when forever stretches on endlessly with you. We’ll watch the sea roll away again, this time on the right side of the pond, where the waters are warm and the grey city is only a dot in the distance. We’ll both miss this foggy, grey, city, trading one set of skyscrapers for another. Meet me beneath the clock tower and tell me what I’ve missed. Tell me about your travels to Alaska and how much you enjoyed spending time with your crazy, loud, and boisterous family. I always want to hear about your adventures and see the pictures you’ve taken on that old Canon. I’ll hate when you point it at me, since it will be my turn to smile for you and pose for an eternity. Meet me beneath the clock tower and I’ll say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be gone so long. I have so many things to tell you, but I wish you could have been here to see them. I’ll ask if you missed me and you’ll say, “more than anything,” and I’ll feel both heavy and light, hoping that from now on, we’ll never be apart ever again. You’ll say, “don’t worry,” and with you, I never will. How could I worry when you offer me a hand and drag me down the bustling street, laughing over your shoulder as we embark on our next adventure into the unknown? 6
