The hands of the clock
chase each other
grabbing, swallowing
all the good times, and bad
The little one, energetic and sharp
stops for a second, as if to ask
"expecting someone, are ya?"
I say yes, to myself
a soft touch of a smile on my lips...
The hands move on
The tall one, young, but patient,
stops for a minute
sensing the impatience, perhaps,
"He'll show up any minute now!"
and starts the chase yet again
The hands move on
While the lazy one,
stout with maturity
stops for an hour by me
staring right through me
as if I do not exist
whispers
"does he even know you expect him?
can he come even if he knew?
Isn't this a waste of time?
Move on! with the other hands!
Regardless of time
Regardless of life,
I still expect you.
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For the first time, in a long time I'm not the rock that's stuck in the middle of the river brooding over the water flowing down aro...
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The hopeless romantic, gagged and bound, locked up in the basement is scratching love poems under my feet on her ceiling Two sides of the sa...
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The tight laces tied back holding the guards that are up like tall walls looming over and around my heart are coming undone tonight. With a...
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