Hour by Hour

                          Yearning for movement, I practice the stride
                           That takes me forward, instead of behind.
                               I said the things I thought I knew,
                                Only to find that my failure is you.
                                  Angry kiln bakes slippery path,
                                   Unfrozen now by fiery wrath.
                                      I wish that fire was ours,
                                       Y et my affection sours,
                                               Hour by hour.