Watching with trepidation

while you leave me

having little regard for my loss,

the empty feeling that will ice my mind

slow, deliberate, ticking like a clock,

I can’t feel it but so visual

is your action, leaves me

holding onto today’s knowledge,

with questions, concerns, ideals,

all of which cannot be answered,

you know this only too well

when slapped by certain departure …

my laptop battery’s demise will win.