Sunday, March 1, 2009

I didn’t spend today alone.
But even in the twenty-three minutes I have
To myself, thinking, interested in my progress,
I startle myself again into something a little unnecessary.
I feel like I’m hanging onto everything I’ve got left.
I’ve beaten Totem Destroyer 2 one too many times,
And all their eyes are still staring at me from behind my laptop,
On my desk, like they want to say
“I told you so.”
But they can’t find their words
Because they aren’t alive.
I wish I could take them down but,
You know,
Appearances. Maybe I should rearrange them.
I get tired very early these days. Earlier and earlier.
I hope I didn’t forget any homework.
And even when I know that there isn’t a chance,
There isn’t even a slight chance,
I have to look. I have to. Because if I don’t look
The chance is slimmer
And they could be together again.
I know they are together again.
I just know it.
At least I did some laundry.