latenightwriting?

plenty of money's been wasted
careless splurges to colour days
that wind up in the back of my closet
regret?
even in the simplest things
which might be worse
as i get mad for fixating
on something so small and helpless
time has gone
dissapeared down the drain
dissolved into a mirror
from my indulging
time lost, sometimes, with those i thought
cared more, i guess.
what defines wasted?
i know though
that nothing is wasted with you.
with a good laugh
that can make a class, a lunch, a day
sleeping away, thinking away
what could have been good
if only i'd tried more to save
the time, to capture it--
but then it would become definable, organized
and where could we start from
then?