Pondering The Start Of My Day

There are days,

then there are days.

Eyes open

but the body refuses to move.

A sigh, a gasp of air,

a twisting lurch reminding me of years past.

Years spent in celebration, parting like a crazed person.

Not even close to moments like now.

Either on the bed or on a chair,

I think sometimes I’ve lived too long.

As the first few minutes pass,

so too, does the thought.

I haven’t lived long enough.