Tick Tock

Tick Tock

A woman’s laughter in the street

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDCayTr6mFk

Night moves slowly in the hall
casting shadows on  the walls
while I look at you sitting on the couch
prisoner of my storms
smoothing wrinkles
that don't exist
in my  pants
as if it was something important 
at the time

Something deep in my throat
prevents me from speaking
although I really don't know
what to talk about

It's cold in my hands
it's cold in your eyes
it's cold in this room
now empty of warmth

I look out the window
at the house in front
as you gaze at  your phone
two different scenes
in which we can get lost
surrounded by the silence
through which it clicks the clock

tick tock tick tock tick tock

Seconds that make minutes
minutes expanding time
nothing more than this

A woman's laughter  In the street
pulls me out of  my abstraction
and now  my attention  goes
moving on with her footsteps
with  the rhythm of the tick tock

tick tock tick tock tick tock

Regards,

Mora and Marcus