It's 9:29
and I've convinced myself that I'm just fine.
The music's playing, my eyes are still burning,
the pages are turning,
and, most of all, I'm distracting my mind.

It's 10:14
and I'm thinking things I don't mean:
that I want to ignore your
lingering presence
at the back of my brain.

It's 11:11
and I'm wondering when;
how long it'll take until
you're no longer the thing
I wish for every chance I get.

It's midnight
and forget you, I just might.
I'm not quite beginning to
doze off yet, but my eyelids are
drooping ever so slight.

It's 1:58
and my thoughts are filled with hate;
hate and anger at the unfairness of our situation,
at our incredible misfortune,
and simply at fate.

It's 2:25
and into a book, I'll dive.
The printed words may distract
my aching heart and even my
miserable blue soul.

It's 3:43
and I'm finally free.
My thoughts have wandered away from your smile,
your lips, your eyes; but for some reason, I'm still
unable to sleep.

It's 4:02
and all I can think of is you.