Literature
A Moment
Could you spare me a moment?
I know you're busy,
but time's been escaping
and I'm too tired to chase it.
And, unless we do this now,
I might lose a whole day
thinking about you,
until my nails grow teeth and bite
(or is it flesh that bites, or is bitten.)
I can't imagine
how many days I've lost,
staring at the compressed air
between us,
thinking about you.
Or trying not to think about you, or
arguing with myself,
about you.
Like I said
times been escaping.
And each of us
only has so much
before there is no more to spare.
Or give.
I've asked you for a moment,
and probably taken more.
But I needed to,
to let you know