Author's Note: Written on 8/25/04, this is another poem I found hidden away in archived emails or LJ posts or Word docs. Just about how time can stretch when you are thinking about a person that you miss. There is a reference at the end to a Douglas Adams' book (Long Dark Teatime of the Soul). Not sure how much I like the last stanza.. or the reference... but I think this short little ditty has its points.
A second is much quicker when you are not among my thoughts
It does not sit upon my soft heart to sip its steaming tea
It does not gossip in my ear of all you maybe doing
Nor touch those things you left upon the shelves lining me
Scrapping its long fingers idley around these dusty artifacts
That stain the grain with water marks and throw long scarey shadows
But no, instead the seconds just slip on by without another glance
As they hurry on to entertain someone else's what-ifs and woes
When the clock's face does not reflect your own
Always watching somewhere much too far behind
The tick tock that ushers times in and out does not tarry
And I secretly await the long dark teatime of the mind
