N>sometimes

I watch the clock
it takes every second
and seems to mock me

I want to know

don't I?

I have got to know
but the shadow lights
the window

I all-ready know

Tricks of light
flickers of love, not mine

misted car window
little hole of truth
wiped with a shaking hand

I breath and close the misted
story teller because sometimes

they lie

don't they?