You Tick Away Like a Clock
"Don't be late" was all you said.
By Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Chirayu Trivedi on Unsplash
Give me a day, an hour, a minute
of your carefully guarded time—
how it slips away in sand grains,
pooling at the bottom of an hourglass.
You want to be Mr. Schedule,
always appearing right on the dot,
but to you I'm Miss Too-Late—
especially in your little black book.
You act like I'm the nuisance,
doling out moments to you
like they're candy to savor,
but you spit them out in distaste.
I'm sorry I made you late to work
that day when we met for coffee,
but really it's your fault too
that I didn't have a chance to shine.
You gave me your time only once,
and I guess that was enough for you.
You're leaving on the next train out
and it's goodbye till another life.
About the Creator
Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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