In hours and increments

I realize your distance

is no longer sentenced

to a timezone away.

For hours I search,

recalling your flirts

fading in the spurt

of my grief and dismay.

Wherever you are, Angel,

I’ll wait again,

for hours upon hours

upon hours still.

In these hours upon hours,

I’m longing.

Sour at myself

for losing

you

in a second…

…then not noticing

for hours.

Forgive me.