moments

moments..

alone and forgotten

dwell on my right hand

white pieces of paper

covered with messy

scribbled memories

rejoice on my

broken down

weathered desk..

the coffee cup

silent in the corner

blows steam at the cat

sleeping on the window still

and silence

fills the room

with dusty

butterflies

it’s now time

to sleep and dream

the days that passed

people left behind

watching them wave

as my train pulls out

quiet and muted

on a distant platform

childish

the music sweeps

seconds and hours

pulls them together

and soundtracks a life

edgy and quiet

sad and gone..