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.