Two Dimensions

Two dimensions of time overlapped one day,

Changing my point of view,

I had been all alone,

Pondering what to do,

My life had burned almost to the end,

I’d say it had been full,

Now I waited for what comes next,

And for life’s storms to lull,

But in a flash my world turned,

As the two dimensions met,

When I saw what could have been,

It filled me with regret,

She was in the kitchen,

Standing by the sink,

Staring out the window,

Taking time to think,

I thought she was very alluring,

So I came up behind,

Kissed her neck and said,

“You are mine, all mine,”

Tears welling up in her eyes,

She turned and faced me,

“Why couldn’t we be this way forever,

Why does this have to be?”

I knew what she meant,

I knew why she was crying,

How can her world go on,

When my world is dying?

I had wrestled with time before,

Always I would lose,

Time dances to its own rhythm,

And doesn’t let you choose,

One of the cruel ironies of time,

Is that lifetimes don’t match,

While one world is slipping away,

Another world starts to hatch,

I am being pulled out of orbit,

Into the dark of night,

My world will soon be gone,

While her world will be shining bright,

Why is life so complicated?

It seems like a cruel hoax,

Our lives are so mismatched,

While time laughs at his joke,

I brush a wisp of hair,

Away from her worried face,

“Let’s just enjoy every minute,

Savoring every trace,”

“We will share our lives all we can,

Until time reshifts into place,

That’s all the control we have,

So we’ll let our hearts set the pace,”

Across two dimensions our hearts will search,

Endlessly it seems,

But we will forever bond,

If only in our dreams.

Real Time

Real Time

Thirty seconds left on the microwave,

Time is getting short,

“Come on! Cook faster!” I shout,

But it does no good to exhort,

Immediate gratification is what I want,

The seconds pass by too slow,

There are things I could be doing,

Like texting someone I know,

I will eat while I’m standing,

I’m too impatient while I sit,

Three bites, two swallows, I’m done,

That’s lunch! I’m finally over it,

Now someone wants to chat,

Not talking by voice, but text,

Communicating real time,

I can’t wait to see what’s next,

Instant communication, not e-mail,

I don’t want to go that slow,

There are things I could be doing,

Like driving to the mall, you know,

Another message coming in,

“Come on, faster,” I urge,

Must be another good friend,

All the things from the past,

I simply don’t have time for,

They just couldn’t last,

So what will replace texting,

What will be the new supplant?

I think I know the answer,

It’ll be a microscopic implant,

My messages will be faster,

Everything will be in my head,

Words will be for sure real time,

And nothing will be left unsaid,

I don’t know if that’s bad or good,

To communicate in such a way,

It’s just that I want everything now,

Not then, or later, but real time today!