Waiting

I have flown away, now let the clock begin again,

Oh agonizing ticking in my heart!
How briefly I seemed so alive, awakened by your eternal glow,
your patient eyes and smile.
Alas, great tragedy! I am again reduced to a calendar,
oh valley of great nothing between the mountains of joy I dance upon,
no bridge built between them to bless my weary feet,
bloody and bruised by my lengthy travels.
I vow to learn the long jump to quicken the distance!
Time drips along, dragged down to the doldrums by the gravity of my heart;
an hour is a year and I will be gone a lifetime,
wasting away in a bed with way too much space.
Oh how I crave that claustrophobia, those frigid nights
spent huddled with no blanket, like my days in the dirt.
Make me your pillow again.