Tick Tock

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Tick Tock

A woman’s laughter in the street

 

 

Night moves slowly in the hall
casting shadows on  the walls
while I look at you sitting on the couch 
prisoner of my storms
smoothing wrinkles
that don't exist
 in my  pants
as if it was something important  
at the time
 
Something deep in my throat
prevents me from speaking
although I really don't know 
what to talk about
 
It's cold in my hands
it's cold in your eyes
it's cold in this room
now empty of warmth
 
I look out the window 
at the house in front 
as you gaze at  your phone
two different scenes
in which we can get lost
surrounded by the silence
through which it clicks the clock
 
tick tock tick tock tick tock
 
Seconds that make minutes
minutes expanding time
nothing more than this
 
A woman's laughter  In the street 
pulls me out of  my abstraction
and now  my attention  goes
moving on with her footsteps
with  the rhythm of the tick tock
 
tick tock tick tock tick tock

Regards,

Mora and Marcus