Do You Have the Time?

Hiding in my corner

With an opinion and a story to share

I reach for what we once had

But was it ever really there?

If talk weren’t so cheap

I would have so much more to say

I mouth the words to myself instead

“Welcome to our dying day”

I either love you or hate you

And you cannot decide which it is

You’d stop and ask me but

You already know the answer to this

You either love me or hate me

One means stay and one means go

But based on my own answer

I don’t think I can stand to know

And so here is where I am

Here is where I’ll be

Take it for what it’s worth

Take it from me, I…

Standing on the street
Waiting for the world to turn green
You ask me for the time
I want to tell you that I can’t see you
Until I am whole again
But instead, four fifteen