Poem: Last Minute

Last Minute

Last minute,

I make my way into the crowded room and watch for you

Because you are so great

And I am late

You are already talking to The Other One

And your eyes are twinkling

I am so late,

Last minute,

That I sit down and try to remember

The reason I came

Ten minutes seem so long ago

Like the Birth is to the far future;

Last minute,

I leave when I can

I shouldn't have come.

Author's Note: I wrote this in about five minutes in an email to myself and I'm really happy with it. It's a lot more intricate than my poems usually are, and it has a theme that I really like. (And yes, "Birth" capitalized refers to the birth of Jesus.)