Time

Is slipping down the wall

Gripping imperfections

With a hold like cold molasses

-- It tears at the paint

Pulls our eyes to the floor

Where the weight of

Lost expectations

Settle

Turns

Where your shoulder meets the wall,

Writhes in the folds of your clothing

Switching back and forth

Pulling at your sleeves

Confusing me --

Finally weary of the encumbrance

You rest your hands in your pockets

Shuffle your feet,

And look away

Jumping between us

It finally thieves our words

Senses victory,

Splashes on the floor

And disappears-

Seeing it leave I look up

Just as you tell me

You don’t have time

I nod and turn to the door

While above our heads

Another moment forms

-- Anxious to steal