Anticipation (poem)

Anticipation

I knew you were the type of girl
that would
      take years.
Certainly more than one night.
I'm so fucking pissed I wore
      my kiwi colored shirt.
And that I didn't dance.
But I had time---you would
      take years
with your snappy sarcasm and
not-so-smooth logic, gnarled in your head
      to notice
that we are the space between spaces,
that mood that sits in you as you
      miss the train
and wait 20 minutes for the next,
standing on the platform while you
      "mind the gap".
We are that moment that passes during
the off-beats of a dog panting--tongue out
      dripping.
That instant of escalation when I look up
at something towering and realize what wealth is
      and that I may have it,
before I slip back down and understand
that even with some luck, you would
      take years from me.