It is the end of today.
And throw away the drafts.
Slowly I will put my things
One by one
Into their places
The spoon in the dish rack,
The pen into the glass,
Along with the pencils and markers.
I will carefully fold the bills
That has been settled
And post the bills that haven’t been.
I will look into the memory of only today
And sort my life
Like I do every other end of todays.
Every yesterday.
And as my heart is sinking
Tediously, I will leave you for
A while
And hope that I would never have to
Tomorrow.
My pillows will be my only companion tonight
Drowning in the tears that I will shed
Only for you.
Deafened by my silent mumbles.
As every night it has put me to sleep.
To close the end of today.