did you ever see on a ticking clock
the hours wear away from the drowsy day
and counting seconds of your long return
while the face from the photo stays the same
did you ever feel the static shock
from an unknown gaze or dirty look
or sudden touch of a dance floor stranger
who becomes a momentary lover
did you ever hear a turning lock
at the last sentence of whispered thought
are you hiding from me? or someone else
banished from the world you greedily bought
on the walls mind the truth does knock
almost on the tip of my tongue
too flighty to catch, too angry to coax
it evades me again til the end