Tick Tock

Thu, 10/29/2015 - 13:47 -- muse539

Tick Tock


The clock above our old TV tormented me,

it’s red numbers screaming distress every time they blinked


Where is he?


He left me here, leaving to play down the street.

He wasn’t supposed to.

The blinds crinkled and shifted as I pushed them aside,

looking out once again.


Would he make it back in time?


Mom and Dad were due back.

I heard their car’s rumble in every passing vehicle.


Would I have to tell them?


My tears made my hair stick to my face like glue.

The rumble of Mom and Dad’s car was shaking the house now.

The door opened with a loud creak, like it always does


He was home.

This poem is about: 
My family


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