The Task

He stands there with an empty glass waiting for a minute, he begins his task. The girl he likes is out to play, the walk to her consumes a day. She likes him but he cannot speak, the silence seems to last a week. His sentence takes a month to form, surely this is not the norm. Asking if she'd like a beer, that question almost took a year. A decade goes by with nothing to say, his brain can't function, not today. A century has now come and gone, why didn't he try? was she the one? angry he let the moment pass, as he stands there with his broken glass.