Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Nothing in Particular

Awoken by the six a.m. alarm,
I lie in bed, eyes closed, and wish away
another day. Forgetting it's a gift,
I leave the thing unwrapped, then get on with
the emptiness of nothings on my list
of things to do, whilst thinking, in between,
of nothing in particular but you.

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