
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.