You were the ticking time that never stopped,

flew by so fast I didn't even realize.

You were a moment, beautiful while it lasted,

and now I can't forget it because I have you memorized.

You were the confused hands of a clock,

never reaching destination, kept going in circles.

I was foolish to think that I could be your destination,

because I actually believed in miracles.

And now I realize,

you are the time that passed,

you will never come back,

not today, not tomorrow, not ever

and it was evident that we could never be

And now I realize,

I was just a number on your clock,

a number that you passed by in just an hour.

One long, beautiful, precious hour.

But soon enough, I will be replaced,

by a longer, more beautiful and more precious hour.

But still I sit here waiting, hoping that one day, 

your hour hand will come and stop at me.

It's hopeless my mind says

but I actually believe in miracles.