There Was A Time
There is a clock in the draw beneath my wardrobe. It doesn't work and its tacky. It's wooden with a background of the different Hawaiian Islands. I have never been to Hawaii, but a girl who cared about me did. I can't throw the useless clock away because every time I forget that it's there I open the draw and remember that there was a time I was important enough to someone that they wanted to buy me a tacky clock.