no because at one point i was everything to you
and you can’t hide from that
because i saw the desperation in your eyes day in and out
you wanted my time
at a time
now i’m a grandfather clock
an orchestra piano
and object for your fingers to meddle with
(but your favourite one – you remind me)
i should awe at the thought
instead, i dream up schemes of regret
(your regret – i should clarify)