Would it add up to several years,
that waiting for one’s other half?
“I’ll just be five minutes” raises fears
that he hasn’t even got into the bath.

One clacks one’s heels in the hall
and mutters about rush-hour traffic
but it’s like banging against a brick wall
as he ‘s so blithely time-optimistic.

“It’ll take us no time at all” he bets
as he finally hones into sight.
One huffs and one tuts and one frets
but annoyingly, of course, he’s right.