Acedia

The frayed remains of two daydream decades listlessly slides glass beads across an abacus one by one,

some

are so delicate that they break upon contact & the shards are lost to the permanence of forgetting:

the day walks away toward the West as each sunset colour elides the other, leaving behind a blue creeping twilight & shrouded moon

like a widower leaves flowers at the grave of a secret lover.

Ignorant of all but their game, the frayed remains see nothing but the broken glass,

trapped

in a present moment empty of all content:

a skeleton

with hollow bones.