Interim

[ISawASpaceship]

There's a chasm.
I notice the emptiness
like I'm waking for the first time,
my eyes fixated
on the clock
that has hands
that seem as if they don't move.


Will they ever move?


It's not the absence alone
that is taking it's toll on me,
but the sudden realization
that I'm stuck in a place
where I don't know what the future holds
and the silence grows
like a Venus fly trap
and I,
I am that fly
and I worry that the silence
will lead up to the doors of death
right before I enter the mouth
of the Venus fly trap.


Must I sit in my mind
in confines
waiting for him,
as time
marches forward
revealing my slow and agonizing fate?


I have too much time on my hands
and not enough happening to the fill the interim.