Time to Waste

An white slab of plastic sits on a porcelain table
water is drip, drip, driping to the bowl's bottom
A sun shimmers in the sky with all it is able
she wonders how he forgot to use a condom

Her nails are bitten, her lips chapped from the wind
fingers twirled and pulled as the timer ticked
She knew that she had sinned
her tongue clicked

Two simple minutes, yet they felt like forever
her life could be ruined with a simple colored line
Slender fingers gripped the plastic, cringing at the texture
she looked down in surprise, his hand with hers, intertwined

A full summer she had to waste
the wrong place at the wrong time, she met him
She looked up, their fingers laced
and then her world turned grim.