tick, tock. . .
clock strikes
eight and
we are in
a mad rush
the wild
dash starts
all flushed
and feverish
we run like
crazy, we have
a deadline to meet,
a curfew if
you must
we have a
ride to catch
hurry, hurry. . .

not that
i do not
see the effort
you throw
into this,
i do, i know,
it's hard
for you too
but you give
it as much
as you can
all you can offer

don't worry love

one fine day
there won't be
a need to
look over
your shoulders,
no reason to
invent lies,
no half truths,
no explanations

one fine day
you can love
without any guilt,
we'll throw away
your watch, time
will stand still,
even if it moves
we would not
need to care. . .

time will play on our side of the bench
one of these very ordinary days. . .