Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Time passes by,
Barely noticed by man.
The mind is clouded
by many thoughts.
The heart is surrounded
by nursed pains.
Time is scarce for the engrossed mind
Cramming before the day closes.
Time is abundant for the hurting heart
Slowly mending what has been broken.
But for the waiting…
Time is abundant for its anticipating mind.
Time is scarce as the heart could grow weary.
Time… may actually take forever.