I carry you like a weight,
the pendulum of a grandfather clock,
implanted in my heart,
pulling me down,
swinging and swaying from side to side,
unwinding me.

I didn’t ask for you.
You came as part of a covenant
I swore to uphold.

Look around you now.
One too many rigged thimbles
drove the others away.

But I stay
for folly or love or grit or all.
And I will remain
here on my knees
until you leave
and go where I cannot.

Then the weight
will return to equilibrium
static and still
and the hands of the clock
will hide her face.

Time wins the wager
every time.