tick tick tick
the clock upon the mantle
sounds magnified to me
all else is silent.
not a knock, or a footstep,
or a ring.
i moved the phone away from me
hours ago
my eyes can't move from it;
they won't move.
you haven't called.
so my eyes stare while i sit-
i just sit,
and my eyes stare
and my ears stare too
at the tick, tick, ticking clock
and the silent phone-
i feel like a fool.
what am i waiting for?
the thought taunts me
i've had too much of this
somebody stop that clock!
how silly, i think.
a command
given to no one.
i'll smash the thing myself.
and i do
and now it sits next to the phone
two little heaps of broken things,
side by side,
they've the same fate.
one was smashed for its maddening tick,
the other destroyed for its silence.
it's still silent.
