Ten Minutes

A poem

8:51 and i hope the traffic’s done.

8:52 and i’ll stop missing you.

8:53 and i hope you miss me.

8:54 and i’m not at your door.

8:55 and i’m still alive.

8:56 and i hope this can be fixed.

8:57 and i also hope this ends.

8:58 and it’s already too late.

8:59 and i’m falling behind.

9:00 pm. it’s time to go.

(quietly, so you won’t even know.)