quarter to eleven,
the clock shouts, mounted on the lonely wall
it takes time to befriend the couch again
there is no comfort on what I’m missing.
the television speaks itself,
when flashing arguments murmured,
something, unclear to me.
a killer boredom on the move but useless.
I cannot resist to reminisce,
as I left him earlier this afternoon
Any space do not exist
But still triggers loneliness.
so I close my eyes, felt his kiss,
as I trapped myself in his arms, not wanting to depart
the moment evolve, undefeated
chaotic, yet I’m at peace.
my mind never tires.
in this hopeless mess
I’m in
until two am
and still not done
the Friday night, moved
to early Saturday restless morning
a product of nearly two weeks of silence.
Copyright 2009 Micgui
