Finishing Time

The clock’s hands realigned with changing time

yet the glancing hands were unadvancing
and converged hands should be you and I merged.

Why can’t it chime whilst I’m still in my prime?

I think of you, and know your care is true

yet I can’t act on this heartening fact;

such tedious hours are rightfully ours

for we will rue all that we did not do.

My eyelids dance in a dazed dreamlike trance
for time does not pass in this irksome class.

My mind wanders whilst our time squanders,

I sit stagnant, patience a mere fragment,
not listening, my eyes stare, glistening.
 
Each moment is spent with my mind dormant.
Frustration mounts as wasted time amounts;

oh taunting clock, I yearn to hear it’s tock

to end the ennui and set me free

to go and spend time with you this weekend.