Well where would I pertain to start...
it wasn't at the beginning rather the end.
For we were going out, I put on my already
ironed jeans, ironed jeans? yes I do that.
But moving on from my habits, we move on
to another of her perception of time.
those fateful words of;
"I'll be ready in five minutes"
What isn't told, what hides beneath these words
are as follows!
1. Five minutes to find a pair of shoes!
the minutes start again with each disposed off
as what is time without the right footwear...
2. Five minutes to pick a dress to try it on,
if it doesn't match ^No1!!^ then as before
five minutes graces her thoughts again.
3. Hair she has so much,
but if it doesn't match the occasion,
I had to buy a break proof mirror, she said the
brush slipped, but I have other thoughts.
4. Make up? why she is beautiful without this on.
But for some a cover from insecurities.
each layer having to match the above and so on.
Well, I had waited patiently?
but five minutes collected into infinity.
I cracked open a beer, had one or two.
then fell asleep on the sofa even the dog
looked at the clock and muffled into slumber.
She came down, looking like I had seen her
on our first date. The time wasted wasn't at all,
those moments now melted away. She has no
construct of time, but when I see her like this,
it doesn't matter how much time she takes.
