I am it seems
Always
Five minutes away from kissing you
Five minutes from holding you close and
Breathing you in as
When first we met
The need is still there
As strong as ever
A burning and want
But what of those clock hands
Which seem to slip
Or fade
Or are held back from
Ever reaching just the right time
Am I the one doing this?
I blame unseen forces
The universe and Darwin
Einstein and Bohr
How can one
Who needs you so much
So often
Reject all possibility of being held
Close and warm and
Safe
And yet the pattern fits
My constant attempts to fit into
Unsuitable spaces
Incorrect times
Fighting to get in
Fighting to get out
I am
Always
Five minutes away from kissing you
Five minutes from holding you close
I keep coming back to the fire
The constant predictability of change
And how
To just make peace with this
And with you
That is all I ask.