tumbling through tuesday

and the days go by, and the nights aren't long enough
i am drowning in the demands of others,
demands on paper, on screen, on phone.
communicating endlessly about things that don't seem important
when i'm driving in my car,
finally on my way.
away from fluorescent lights (their evil hum)
notifications, requisitions, suppositions
and the list goes on . . .

the nights without you seem pointless now
this is what i hate about love