Time

It’s 1:55 in the morning.
Click clack.
Click clack.
Words upon a page.
Read them back.
Check the clock.

It’s 1:59 in the morning.
Click clack.
Click clack.
Put more words upon a page.
Read them back again.
Back from the start.
Check the clock.

It’s 1 in the morning.
Panic.
Was it ever 1:59?
Two comes after 1.
Was it 12:59?
I could’ve sworn it was 1:59.
Check the clock.

Check it again.
Again.
No, it’s saying 1:03.
Where did those three minutes go?
It was 1:59. I’m sure it was.
Wasn’t it?

The words on a page remain.
But the time has changed.
Ever flowing.
Always forward, never back.

Except the clocks.
They go back.