Poetry: Waiting

The minute you walk out the door,

I check my phone. My heart is raw,

Your second kiss still on my skin.

The clock is ticking. Every single

minute gained I’ve more to lose:

Your eyes, your smile, the way you use

Your lips. But now the only face

I see is on the wall in place

Of you, with sharper, crueller hands

That tickle time and trickle sands.

No messages. You haven’t rung.

It’s been too long. My heart is hung

On tenterhooks, and I renew,

Refresh, reload, and wait for you.

Obsessing whether you will text

Will only leave me feeling vexed,

but I know I’ll be clinging on

Until I see that “Inbox (1)”.

© Joanna Rubery 2017


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