Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2014
Microwaves are better in the daytime
where there is noise to block the beeping
and sound to mask the hum.
No one is awake but me
as the frozen Indian food heats up
at a time too late for dinner.

I pass the minutes,
watching the blinking countdown,
thinking of all the chances you had to kiss me.
Written by
Katherine
1.5k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems