In time,
That's what you said,
Things will work out how we want.

It's been time,
It's been years,
And still nothing to flaunt.

How should we?
How can we,
Do right without doubt?

You repeated,
What you said;
Things will work out.

Is it time?
Who is it really?
That has made this mess.

It's me,
With nowhere to go,
Like stale mate in chess.

It will be,
In the end,
The same as before.

Alone,
Isolated,
With no-one next door.