MISSED ME?

For the first time in 26 days,

I missed our appointment

And I am not sorry.

You see,

I woke up at about my usual time,

But for some weird reason,

I couldn’t just get myself out of bed.

All the motivational speeches I store

In the middle compartment in my brain

Seemed to miss a beat.

My bed suddenly looked finer

Than it had in a long while.

You lost,

To my bed,

In the infinity wars

For my attention.

I am not promising that it won’t happen again

But here’s what I can tell you.

Someone somewhere loves you

Even when I do not show up for you

And they have a name.

Your bed.

This mail wasn’t meant to make sense,

But if it does,

It means that all my efforts

To not be a genius

Have been futile.

So I will try again tomorrow.

Grace Christos