I notice it more now
When something I’ve made
Ah, routineThat old anestheticDigging into the familiarTo escape the terrifying and uncertainCondemning the future to deathSo it…
It caught me off guard “What were you doing that day?”
I know
There are things to do
Important things
Death is not a single moment
We depart in bits and pieces
I missWhole afternoons with the headphones onDisappearing into albumsLetting their secret alchemy wash over meI miss the wonder…
Looking back
My chief oversight
I am asked
Where do you see yourself in five years?