Beneath this ironed shirt and tie
I breath in slowly witnessing
The simple changes
Passed before the night jury

Seven days faded since
But still I see the closest moments
Closer still for distance
Internalised and persistent

We are all due our changes
But masters in the art
Of final ignorance
We never see it coming

Until it finds us
Unready and wanting
To take what was given
Without ceremony or purpose

Leaving only emptiness
In memory of joy