I found myself in that lip lock, losing track of the time -tick tock, as I fell off my rocker and wound up in your arms; in a fuzzy state of mind, not so calm. Tick tock, I pull back from this lip lock to ask you where you’d been all my life, to ask you that question through my eyes -you know, the one you’ve been avoiding, - “So, are we going to try?” You push me away to look up at that hanging clock, say you got somewhere to be, chop chop. And I look into the scars of your