Mellifluous Murmurs

My Black Leather Watch

My father looks a lot older now 

ever since tire took over his face. 

He always had a frown upon his gaze 

and a stitch between his eyebrows.

But he'd always smile at me 

with a broken effort and a loving gaze. 

He'd always appreciate me 

and I knew that this would be the case 

ever so endlessly. 

I wanted to make him happy, 

even if his frown turned into a rather 

desperate smile. 

I'd watch the clock tick 

at each fraction of time 

and I knew I'd be reminiscing 

each gun short that lurked 

its sound into my echoing aroma. 

I watched my slathering black leather watch 

tick my existence away as it digested each 

spec of engulfed happiness 

that once belonged to my father.