Worn out with time

I’m always here for you
It seems
continuously waiting
Frozen in time
A stopwatch
That waits
To be wound up

I sit in the dark
Gathering dust
Until you remember
me once again
And reach out
My body activating
Under your touch
Cold at first
Yet still I tick for you
Slowly, hesitantly
Increasing velocity
As you play me
Just another toy
Another trophy in your cabinet
Ready to hide or shine
Dependant on your whim
And though defiant
I purr under your stroke
Hoping the next wait
Does not take such a heavy toll


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