Master of Time (Poem)

Screen Shot 2017-07-03 at 7.19.05 PMIt was noon when you called me.

Exactly noon.

And that’s all we talked about.

How you always manage to call on the hour.

But everytime, you just say,

“I don’t know. Just thought I’d call.”

Suspicious.

Do you schedule me,

Or have you mastered time?

Or am I the only person,

Who thinks this is strange.

 

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