when there's nothing left to distract you
you are alone
and closer to death

a note you should keep in your pocket
to remind yourself
to get swallowed up in the complaints of each day
clicking away like a gear
this notch the same as the last

did you do enough
did you feel enough
to save yourself from the realization
that you're careening forward into nothing

was this day enough
to tie you down
to really connect you

what happens when you're finally alone
and you recognize your fear
what's the value of love
when it's just another distraction