The clocks slid back an hour
and stole light from my life
as I walked through the wrong part of town
mourning our love.
And, of course, unmendable rain
fell to the bleak streets
where I felt my heart gnaw
at all our mistakes.
If the darkening sky could lift
more than one hour from this day
there are words I would never had said
nor heard you say.
But we will be dead, as we know,
beyond all light.
These are the shortened days
and the endless nights.
–Â Mean Time by Carol Ann Duffy.
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