Maybe Later

 I sit sullenly in the dark

Lighting green lanterns in my mind.
Who am I to infringe upon your newfound stardom?
Who am I to make the request of sharing your time?
They wave paper at your face and you turn away from me,
Only glancing back to request that I wait.
Yes, wait. Just give me a moment, I'll only be another moment, you say.
But minutes have turned to hours,
And hours to days,
And I am almost out of matches.

◄ Elementary but True

The Timesmith ►

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