Ticking on the wall
A clock hangs
Precisely marking
The passing
Of time
Quiet conversation
Encouraging,
One stuck in emotions of
The past.
Flows through the hours
Three there for one
Who seems not
To care.
Complaints,
Accusations,
An opening into the mind?
Only
Smoke and soot
To hide
Where coals lie
Smoldering
From
Some
Distant fire.