It's three minutes past 

The last time I checked

I'm so informed!

As time is marked by thin gold hands.

Around me, 

Life happens

In couples

In groups

Even

In the singular purpose 

Of the man next to me

Glaring at his phone

Searching artificial solutions

Have merit

The room is full 

Of sound bites

Murmured conversation

Music of the earnest 

Band of the evening

Debates and discussions on human connections

For me it's just the 

Languorous passing of minutes

Until 

As if breathing my last 

I get up 

Later

With our exchange

Sealed in memory

I glance again

At thin gold hands 

Whose movement

Slow and constant 

Mark the time

Until.