thoughtsonthebus

It’s funny

But not.

Actually, there’s no fun in watching

Another you love

Love another.

My time came

Yet your watch was running a few minutes slow.

I decided to wait

Slowed down the minutes

Hope to synchronise down the path.

Instead, you found another whose time had come

To match yours in the here and now.

Now the minutes tick past even slower

Knowing I put time on hold

For someone. Else.

Did I tell you I loved you?

Did I need to?

Would it make a difference anyway.

Love sick.

This patient tried patience

For you, I strived.

For you, I dived.

For you me, I’ll survive.