7am,

My alarm screams for me,

To hear the sounds of today.

Empty echos of what once was,

And beckoning calls of what’s to come.

I woke up,

In an empty room,

In my empty life.

7:30,

My shower cleanses my skin,

Washing away all the skins from the night before,

The night you had a hold on me.

9am,

I go to work,

Trapped in a box with others much like me,

Giving people what they want,

But never really reviving anything in return.

8pm,

I go home,

Home to my castle,

Ruins of desolate adventure with oneself.

Midnight,

I sit and wait,

Wait for you to text,

Call.

I just wait for you to open your eyes,

To see me as I see you.