Good night,
I will wake up the next morning
with moons under my eyes
coffee stained teeth
from another round
of climbing piles
of untouched books
or waiting
for the game to end
you play around with time
i only see the music
between you and me
you sitting across my lap
when we could have travelled together
i turn to see your face
your eyes lost
a hundred faces away
it is the last thing i remember.