Time Traveler

I live my life in the clicking of the clock,
Broken apart into a million time zones,
Into a million slices of passing seconds
Each one taking me closer or further from you...
You're always searching, each day and night
But never seem to get it quite right...
You're three hours into the future,
Or 2 hours I have already left behind...
Your fingertips always reaching for mine
But never quite right...
Never quite on the same tick of the clock,
Always hanging off the second hand or second half.