Today,
I saved you a seat.
And watched
with bated breath,
as you came in.
Late,
as usual.
You catch my eye
And I wonder
what you see
in the seconds
it takes
to get from the door
to the seat next to mine.
Do you see
The hope,
warring with fear
and the dawning realisation
that you are the tide,
ebbing further and further
with each return.
You are the minutes
and seconds
of every day,
slipping through my fingers.
I cling to the light,
but the sunset always comes.
In your eyes,
I see restraint
a constant push
and pull
toeing the line
between leading me on
and breaking my heart.
Is today that day?
I want to break out of my skin
the moment
feels infinite.
Can you walk a little faster,
Please?
Finally,
You reach the seat
You pause,
breathe in
and sat.
I breathe out,
Relieved.
A reprieve
A stay of execution
And tomorrow
This dance
starts
all over again.
Blabbaholics and Bookworms 