Clock Watching

I set a dual analogue clock on my phone
So that I can span the world between yours and mine.
Each glance guessing the likely events of your day,
Clock watching for contact, feeling asinine.

Each hand ticks down all the things that you might be doing.
Every second a painful beating in my chest.
This could be the minute that you choose to discard me.
In an hour I’ll tell myself, it’s for the best.

Because time races onwards, people are cast aside,
Neglected by the life you’ve resigned to lead.
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