This Thing Called Time

Your heart's thrum slowly dwindled
Your cold silver shell
Turned colder
You held oceans
Swathing your shining surface
Waves soared with heartbeats
Land rose to sacred peaks

Numbers still flowed along your rim
Times for sectors unmarked
Time
A long dusty road leading nowhere
You held it in your hands

I fell
You dropped this ubiquitous presence
Letting this thing called time
Plunge like a stone
And with your small hands
You caught me

You, an old watch
You held this thing called time