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