Waiting

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.