If my thoughts could talk

tick tock

I used to believe in right person
wrong time
that we were fine
it was just the ticking

but how could time be wrong
we try to find understanding
place numbers around in a ring
and call it right

but clocks turn back and fourth
as the year ticks
and all that is left is
wrong time

what was time before numbers in a circle
before we began measuring it and setting out rules
because if time had different rules
how could it ever be wrong

if clocks ticked backward not forward
if Tuesdays were the first day
if we spun around the sun in the other way
in the end it didn't matter about time

it was us that didn't fit
we ran out of memories to make
and photos I wish we could retake
so we packed up our things into our schoolbags

it was the lessons you taught me
it wasn't time,
you just weren't meant to me mine
at least not forever

we were temporarily each other's
and we eventually removed the stickers
but I still have our pictures
and our memories