Tic

by Mac   Sep 5, 2005


Tic... Tic... Tic...
Slowly, steady the clock continues it's course.
I'm alone in a room unable to talk.
The tick of the clock my only companion.
A creak of the door and a startled glance up wards into your eyes.
Seems we've been had darling
No blind date for us but one uncomfortable silence.
Two strangers adopted into familial ties that all we have to live with.
All we can be.
The door tried and locked we settle into an uneasy companionship
Seven minutes in heave, HA! what a joke
They know how we live, how we avoid these sorts of games
But when the air is polluted with tittering girls and bragging boys
What choice have we other than to be forced into a cramped room unable to leave?
Tic..Tic..Tic
The clock speeds it's progress as we nervously glance about the room,
Another trick to be sure with an increase of laughter
How can it be anything but?
A stuttered comment about the color of my shirt matching your grandmother's rug.
Followed by hesitant laughter.
TicTicTic
Faster it seems to grow,
Yet 7 minutes are never up. WHY?!
You always could connect the most obscure memories.
A smile a glance a blush and a head turned away from your steady gaze.
Quickened breathe and pounding heart mark the change of pace.
Who are you to affect time so? I think even as you speak it.
TiticTiticTitic.
Faster it grows and faster I change
From stranger to friend to love.
Tititititic
I've almost passed to wife.
Hesitation
OH SWEET HESITATION
Please come and save me from what I'm about to do.
The door flies open and moans of disappointment escape from teen-aged lips.
As I blink with the onslaught of light,
And we exit the room,
My mind forced out of my Ecstasy and back into.
Reality

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