Late

Late

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And
Yes, you are late
But I enjoy the wait
When time is my domain, not your WWW.

No silent stares and open glares,
No random talk and nods, shakes, shrugs;
Merging worlds, not mutually exclusive.
Make talk, make up, make out,
I’d make it on my own.

The unequilibrium of our punctuality.
Chain of thoughts,
Random attacks,
Ideate,
Intellectual masturbation,
Mirror to self,
Crinkled forehead, bitten lower lip,
Mind ticking, tick tick tick ...
- The alarm’s rung,
Damn you’re here.