I walk across town to see you
1.02 miles to be exact,
assuming this measuring tape is correct.

I walk those 1.02 miles every day,
taking eight hundred and seventy-two steps.

It takes either eight or eleven seconds
to cross the streets
they are longer when they are sad,
and shorter when they aren’t;
they always know how I feel.

It takes me twenty-six minutes
fifteen seconds
and forty-seven milliseconds
to get to your “welcome” mat.

I wait for you to get ready,
usually for the duration of SportCenter;
they claim it’s a perfect hour,
but I am not a believer.
(One hour, three minutes, four seconds)

We spend fourteen hours,
thirty-five minutes,
and four seconds
doing things like:
sleeping,
watching your shows,
having sex,
fighting,
seeing your friends.

Sometimes I can’t help but think
I’m just wasting my time.