6: 15pm Poem by Ian Jay Bantilan

She looks at her watch
Its quarter after six
There isn't to do much
Long hours to make you sick

Time is dragging you
And so much time to spare
You need for something new
Or someone who will care.

She picks up 'paper and pen
Starts to write and call
Do her usual paperworks
Soon she'd finish them all

Her phone starts to ring
It is a call from a friend
She thinks what a call may bring
She hopes some good, this day, will end.

She answers his call
With little hesitation.
But she's longing to have
Some simple conversation.

For alas,
Her history bleeds
Of past relationships gone bad
And what her spirit speaks
Is the simple need in her heart.
Her mind wonders deep and asks
Is this what she ever wants of life?