For months, I have felt we haven't seen each other. We have met each other - spoken, heard and laughed for hours. Yet it seems like eons since I have seen you. I have been counting seconds to when you would get a vacation from all the responsibilities that have stolen you away from me. I have been waiting and playing hopscotch with the hands of the clock.
Tomorrow, I am going to meet you. I am flooded with anticipation like the desert sand at the mirage of a cloud. "To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes."
I see you coming from distance. My heartbeats rhyme with your footsteps. You are here now. 'Would owning all the watches and clocks give one the ability to stop time?' I wishfully wonder. Time's up. We leave.
