Tick Tock

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