It was old and covered with rust,
A metal case that barely would open.
Inside next to the silent hands,
A photo of two lovers in impassioned embrace.
He said it had sat in a drawer,
Until now a concealed reminder.
"From now to the end of time" it read,
No wedding band upon his hand.
For what purpose did he bring it in,
What point if she was not there?
Silent questions burned in my head,
But out it walked with ticking clock.
Set to action again,
The movement restored to work,
Time brought back in motion,
Alas not all hearts are so.