Counting Down

Weeks into years
Years into lives
Welcome signs
Hanged on every town

Towns into mist
Mist out to the sea
We could be stones
If we had to be

I see me in his car
All youth and reckless hands,
Staring at me, startled,
And wondering who I am

I want to tell you, Double,
To leave him now and go
But I know you'll want him twice as much
Then say I told you so

I am through with counting
Counting up the days
That I have been
Counting down

Minutes into months
Months into years
Closing signs
Clothing every town

Train inside an hour
He'll be out for days
They laid and numbered all these sleepers
Up to this very day

#NaPoWriMo 2014 poem number 16