Tick, tick, tick, then silence. 
Then again, tick, tick, tick.
The air moves to cool, to soothe. 
Tick, tick, tick rattles the quiet. 

A thousand miles away memory
Does not allow time’s destruction. 
A door knob worn past use, 
Blinds cord frayed to threads,

Sheltering palm blown away. 
Mind’s eye does not age one’s delights.
Mirror with your new/old crack
Why don’t you follow suit?