...11:59 pm...

A rusty chain drags along

beside him

and he can't stand me

I am always in his way

and never on his mind

I am worried and losing mine

I am tired and I listen carefully

to the sounds at 11:59 pm

He loathes the hour ending

He leaves the party ending

for him

but never for me

I remember his scars

much more than he does

and my own scars have yet

to be tended to

and shadows yet to be lit

but for now I will keep waiting on 11:59 pm

because there is no other time for me

to count on him

to let me down