I’ll Still Be Loving You
by Miles H. Rost
The clock stayed at 9:15 for 15 years. Never moved an inch.
We held hands under that clock. Pledged our love undying.
We held hands, said forever, and gave our first kiss under that clock.
Under that clock, you told me we were having a baby. And when you told me that you miscarried.
I waited for you under that clock, for half the day.
I received the news. You were gone. Instantaneous.
What am I to do now? I cry, I wail, I weep. What do I do?
I heard a click, and looked up.
The hands moved.