Tick
Tick
Tick...
Time passes, I wait.
The clock moves slowly.
I wait, Voices drone on.
Time taunts me.
I wait, hopefully.
A van pulls in, half hour past.
I get in silently, watching the rain
The silence lasts the entire ride.
No questioning of the inconsistent
timing. We pull up quiety, the
streets illuminated in the dark.
I say my goodbyes and depart
from the car. The rain trickles
on. The voices continue, oblivious of
my arrival. I walk upstairs,
as if the destination was dreaded. I sit down on the bed. I try to find insight to
this confusing world, on an typical Wednesday night.
