It's a moment I'll never recapture.
I'll never recapture my eyes glancing
upon that clock,
And resting upon those numbers,
I'll never recapture this feeling of calm,
Lying in my unmade bed,
with only the spiders to keep me company,
and my thoughts.
I'll never again hear the harmony of man and nature,
The soft padding of my fingers against
My phone accompanying the melody
sung by the crickets outside my
Already it's gone, all of it,
Bleeding away, like words in the rain.