My eyes finally prized open.
The judgmental clock face
shows me pm, and half a day
The morning now purely theoretical,
the sun half way passed,
before I’ve spoken my first word,
or taken my morning coffee
As a newborn, blanketed in last night’s haven
through the social threads
of this already passed morning.
Amongst banter and abuse,
Dwayne, I see your name,
from past college days,
One of a past life.
Here I see
I’ll never call.
a curt 25 year span.
You lay in digital state,
of simple comfort,
tributes paid in silence precession.
atop my bed, I’m risen
My eyes chase no planes outside,
the drawn curtains a veil.
the guilt of my day started late,
the trivial punishments we all impose.
For how can they affect fate?
as I think of you in final repose.
I’ll not waste my days my friend.
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