Softer Than a Second Hand

The clock moves on, but I don’t race

I let the minutes find their place

My heart is softer than a second hand

Still moving, but not sharp, not planned

I used to fear the empty nights

Now I turn them into lights

A candle here, a book, a song

A proof that I can last this long

Softer than a second hand

I’m learning how to understand

That time is not an enemy

It’s just a friend returning me

The kettle sings, the window hums

A quiet life is where love comes

Not loud, not fast, not hard to hold

But warm enough to brave the cold

If you were meant to stay, you would

So I forgive what timing couldn’t

Then breathe a little deeper in

And let the gentler day begin