I’d count the pills, you’d slip the ticks,
The clicks that flicked the days away,
Mechanical and fractured flow,
The souvenirs of sleep and fear.
You would have been with me throughout:
Between the pier and Marble Arch,
Before the facts, before these deaths,
Before computers drove my world.
We’d count together, fall as one:
Your face at night, at two, at three…
I’d ache with age, you’d creak with time:
The world outside would take us soon.
We might be measured, might be cast,
My skin as dust, your cogs as rust.