Was it 5 ?

HoW LaTe ?

How late was it when you last felt the kiss of the wind on your skin ?
How late was it when you first felt the chill of the metal ?
How late ....
How late...
The watch looked at every little thing in the room , this was his world . He spoken for everyone , he asked the wind the stars the used books and forgotten chair , but silence was the only response he got.
The clock didn't stopped:
How late...
How late..
In the end all that was left of the clock was it's unanswered questions (seemed they like questions ?) which with the air was full of them.
I don't know... answered the chair
I don't know...answered the books
I don't know...answered the sun
I don't know...answered the wind
I                  D     O      N      '    T                             K   N  O   W              E  I  T  H  E  R .
answered the clock
Then everything was silent once again .