They. Fill. My. Time.

Nothing more;
They aren't friends;
They aren't close.
They just
keep
me
busy.


They fill my mind with day,
To day,
To daily minutes;
That build into hours so for even 1 hour,
You aren't on my mind.

And I want to believe that everything is fine but
Its not.
I want to believe my own words,
That flow from my mouth as I play

The most meaningless game.


I don't even bother asking if its real
Because we use eachother for what we need
And text a goodnight.
Say I love you through paper thin screens as the clock ticks away and I wish,

It was you I'm sending the messages to.
Because everything I do seems to be a message to you.


One you never even read.


So I fill my time with words on a screen,
Caught up in their affection like one might be caught up in a book.

All fictional writings.
As I write my diction hoping to
find
some kind
Of conviction.


I'll take any warm embrace, so I can close my eyes and pretend its you.
Take each moment with any of them,

To try refill my mind

and fill my time.