Every minute like a hour.
Every hour like a day,
An eternity in the time,
that you spend away.

The clock ticks forth,
you are still not here.
The hand moves again,
and I begin to fear.

Now I dwell upon,
The last words that we shared.
I mind begins to panic.
Maybe, I did not express how much I cared.

Are you angry with me?
Is this why you do not show?
Have I said something wrong?
These are things, I need to know.

No, this is silly. Am I so impatient?
I have no reason, to think such things.
So, I shall just sit and wait till you return,
and try not to worry, about what the future brings.