Like a clock

The clock
is ticking
tick, tack, tick, tack...
I'm looking at it
how the hands slide
towards the next hour.
Still no change.

The door underneath opens
my eyes stare at it
hoping it's him.
But it's just her.

My eyes slide back to the clock
The hourhand is still moving.
And it won't stop
untill the battery goes dead.
Just like my heart
stops beating
untill he will come
to change the batteries.