Any Minute Now

Any. Minute. Now.

Pacing circles in degrees of anticipation. It’s been a minute, it’s been a while, my shoes have worn holes from concrete miles.

Going faster, time is slowing down, it must be getting late.

It’s been a day, the clock doesn’t stop

Two days later, the sun’s in a different spot

Three days pass, and I come to know my door will stay bolted shut.

Any chance you’ll show is out the window, still I find myself staring through the glass

Minute, such an unimportant part of time, yet every single one feels crucial

Now, any minute now, you’re expecting me, but

when tides come in heavy, they show no remorse, and when tables turn they are flipped.

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