Cold Coffee

Cold coffee and half-empty plate
Time runs out unnoticed
Eyes narrowed in decisive absentia
Head left open, cleaved by thoughts
Preoccupied and lost, moved by nothing
Save everything.

Time
Is
Running
Away

            Work, home, life, friendships
            Marathoned in an instant.
            Where it or they went
            No one may presume to know
            Now that that instant of eternity
            Has slipped away.

Time
Is
Running
Away

Head creeps, deeper and plush
Depressive buttons pushed
Lush with praise for the loss.
Stagnant, self-indulgent, crushed, yet stoic:
Leaving only the melancholic coffee:
Which is cold.