Gazing
Casting Down my Gaze on my Un-Done-To-Do-List, I Lisp through the excuses that float around at every Sunset. A Flatline rings, checking off every item Left Lonely, every item Left inert. My apologies are endless. They don't believe me anymore..... They Gaze back at my Melancholy; Quiet, Forgiving, Waiting for my eyes to look upwards at the Shifting Sky, at my Shifting me. "Whenever you're ready" , they whisper.