When you left I collapsed.
Too flat to make a mark underfoot as you took off.
When you went I shrunk.
Not small enough to fit in your shirt pocket as they hurried you out.
I’m alright. Crossing I’s, dotting T’s.
I completed the whole of the internet
received a medal from Tim Berners-Lee.
what?” I trumpeted. “I’ve won the world wide web!”
But you weren’t around. “You’re not coming back,” they said.
Up there on the wall
the minute hand folded its arms and refused to budge.
“I ain’t going nowhere!” it smirked.
“Two negatives make a positive!” I quipped.
“Nice try,” it scoffed.
Cue the bilge. All love songs. The chorus, the key change, the middle eight.
I miss you like crazy.
Red, red wine.
And I need you more than want you. And I want you for all time.
Agadoo doo doo, push pineapple shake the tree. No! That’s not it! I’ve had far, far, far
too much to drink.
On full spin, I tugged on your sleeve, “let’s go to bed!”
But you sat perfectly still. “Your heart stopped,” they said.
“Boo hoo, hoo, hoo and hooest boos,”
crooned my closest friends.
“Is that the time? Must dash! To cross I’s, dot T’s,” they squelched. “You know how it is.”
Whilst dusting behind every known radiator I chanced upon a solitary sock.
“Look! It was here all along!” I squealed.
But you didn’t care.
The minute hand uncrossed its arms to scratch its bum then folded them again.