CAMELOT FANTASIES

In the stillness of the night
I can hear the ticking of the grandfather clock
Tick tock, tick tock!
It has the regal air of yesteryear
In todays counting of time of our smartphones
Some still sport a wristband or a time piece
Valuable commodity of time is and has been wasted away
Precious moments are forged in anxiety of what will be
We’ve forgotten how to look each other in the eyes
Instead we speak forgetfully whilst staring at a screen
Woefully focused on which ever social media platform
Has captured our attention
Millions of images swiftly playing and were catatonic with this obsession
No not the scent, the tech gadget
Perhaps I’m wistful of what might’ve been
Or simply missing human interaction
Where I could and can physically view and or touch the person
I’m sitting across and watch the action of the reaction
Just being there
Just because…

~Divine