Today

I sense an urgency in your voice
Like subtle little
raspy sirens

You hurt something fierce
Like the last fire coal
Like the last leg of winter
Pulling odds and ends
Towards your frigid body

You had so much time
To think it all through
You shouldn't feel so left out

Today

I sense a sort of longing
coupled with forgetfulness
And trepidation
And isolation
In your voice

When it all begins for you,
Where does it really end?

I sense an aura of apathy
And the times are changing fast
Like the last leg of winter
Pulling rain into spring

You're still sitting there
With a sense of urgency
Like the whole world owes you a favor