Sojourn

In one day all is settled
As confirmation comes
Via a click and a trip.
Two days later the
News is delivered
In a well-worded quip.
Writing is rotten in
Only one respect
With regards expression;
Not in description but
Sightless vision of faces
Without precession.

If only I witnessed
Your face that morning
When you read the news.
Better still, I’d have
Arrived at your ‘sill
Had I the chance to choose.
But in films they
Disregard details
And how they impact romance;
So it’s best for us
That in logic I trust –
And leave nothing to chance.

Now time suffocates
Our separate attempts
To count down the days:
You in New York with
Lonely distractions as
Each new dawn fades;
Me in Dublin with
Working commitments as
Hope waits to come true –
But time’s guarantee is
To always pass, so
I can live with waiting for you.