"Not Yet"

I walk into an empty room
And smile at what's sitting there
Across the hall and down two doors
He's on the green, suede chair
He crosses his eyes back and forth
Pleading for time to stand still
I beg him to come away with me
Yet with hope he has yet to refill

Run away with me, I cry
Fending seconds off with my arms
He laughs, he quips, he's shivering
Disowning me and my charms
He's tired, I know, and disillusioned
But then again, so am I
I feel my feet dragging, my eyes looking down
I wish time could satisfy

I walk into an empty room
And smile at what's sitting there
Across the hall and down two doors
He's on the green, suede chair




I thought I'd try an abstract poem, another experiment. Thanks for reading and remember to keep writing!