i catch the clock
on the wall mocking
me with each incessant
tickety-tock
as the second hand
marches onward
step by determined step
and i do the mental
math to calculate
what time it must be
in your distant city
and imagine you walking
busy cobble-stoned streets
on your way
to some shop or cafe
sitting with unnamed
friends and sipping a drink
while i wait ever faithful
for a call or a text
that’s sure to never
come.
