seeking quiet,
time alone,
pursuing nothing in particular
a thought amounts to nothing unspoken
unheard
these selfish hours took half my life
and I, the vampire
fed on time,
cannibalizing the strength and awareness of
my own youth
to what end
same as all
the rest
sacrificial solutions
unknown thankless jostling
to set the future
the comfort of loved ones
protecting the right of others
to spend selfish hours
in quiet enjoyment
dawdling over coffee
a video on a phone
lost in book
is any time wasted time
when no time
is owned
in those final hours
before sleep
that no one else can claim,
what solace shelters us
as we step alone
into the night none can share,
but the last warm hand
covering
our hand
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