You are the wrist watch that I wear.
I always keep you with me, and I fret when you're not here.
You always draw my attention, and I find that I cannot resist but to look.
You are the graceful movements of my watch.
Its uniform style, yet elegant display.
While I sleep, you are near me.
When I'm late, I panic with you by me,
and when I'm on time, I sigh with relief.
I can hear you, your unrelenting clicks.
Like in a silent room, where you are the only thing I can hear.
But one day, more unexpected than I could have wished, the watch stops.