mah-jong

how much time did i take, how much time did i wait, why did you have to come so late, the spot was empty, it hurt beyond reason, a board was loose, and screeched like a bird, the air was heavy, and reeked of treason, of things left hanging, there without a word, six after six, seven after seven, speak no more, you will be forgiven, a tumbleweed of odours, caught in a limbo, the man at the door, his arms akimbo, and all the others, with tiny little eyes, swift like tads, nervous like flies, six after six, seven after seven, speak no more, you will be forgiven, taiwanese rain slid along the walls, a warm shower to keep me cold, drenched in sweat and holy water, i waited for you and your heart of gold, but my own heart, ticked along with my clock, and the pit-pat, of rain on my skin, i could hear his shoes, they were soaking wet, and he sported a dimple on his chin, i know that you never believed in fate, but he was on time and you were always late