Rushing, pushing, running, sweating
checking, always checking
scheduling dates
squeezing in appointments
she is always busy
always busy...
yet she always has time
for others.

For everyone
but me

Dashing, thrashing, watching, waiting
she is drumming, her nails are always drumming
she runs as the world flies by and grumbles to herself
she doesn't have this or that or that or this or him or her or who or what or or or
time
she doesn't have time
not for me
just for them

Sleeping, crying, helping, whining
she is complaining, she is always complaining
she never has what she needs
she needs to relax
she needs to work
she needs clean
she needs...
I need...
time
she doesn't have time: for me

"Come back later! Not right now! Can't you see I'm busy?"
She is always tired, somehow.
"I'll make time for you, I promise, I swear!"
The fact of the matter is: she doesn't care.

I have time
I'm young
I'm free
I have time and I want to spend it
with her
but she doesn't have time
it's ticking away
like a clock
the pendulum swings
then the alarm rings
and then
and ONLY then
does she REALLY
not have time