Where does the evening go?
Does it just slip away out of sight,
minute by minute
until it is superseded by the night?
Don't go!
Don't leave me here with only procrastination to keep me company.
For the night is a lonely place
ful of fear and doubt
melancholy moments,
that join to make to make bitter-sweet hours of misery.
When I do not want to rest
Free of the constraints of others I can watch or listen to what I choose
and lose myself in hours of pointless activity.
Stay, O evening, stay!
Do not slip away!
