Mean Time

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.

– Mean Time by Carol Ann Duffy.

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